#to you - you are allowed to know that some characters were created in the pillars of creations by a third party and it's an anomaly

[keeperthemultiversemom]

What could be consider laws of the multiverse?

Or is there no such thing?

Aight aight

Let's go, explanation for time

For this one I will speak as creator

This is infos I've shared before on my site, and I got the greenlight to share it here !

Reminder that @neonross was the og creator of Out of Bounds and I am merely one of the artist and writers ( and alternatively the lore gremlin that make sure everything is smooth good lore lol ( so for lore clarification yeh I'm the good person to ask haha))

So here are the "laws" of the multiverse and how it works in wttmv specifically !

Those rules apply only in our story, but anyone who wants to use those concepts are welcome, of course ! Neon Ross's og intent was to have rules flexible enough for people to make characters and have fun with the concepts, but we don't mean to be an autority of any kind and ruin people's fun... Anyway, explanation time

It's not really "laws" so much as rules for ourselves and for our story, to give it nuances and stakes and the right amount of lore scratching complexity

Some characters however might tell you that these are laws lmao

✨Out of Bounds ✨

___-Lore Guide-___

Out of Bounds (OOB) is a realm existing beyond the multiverse, operating by its own rules and devoid of time. This guide provides insight into OOB's nature, its role in the multiverse, and the mechanics governing its interactions.

Nature of Out of Bounds

Definition :

• OOB is a space outside of alternate universes, akin to the Void Realm in Towags where forgotten characters and places reside.

• Awareness of this space is limited, known only to those who reside within or encounter its inhabitants.

Television :

• Floating televisions within OOB display AUs, acting as viewports or portals for interaction.

• Televisions serve as a primary means for Multiversers to observe and interact with AUs. ( While it is the primary way, note that there are exceptions and other ways to travel )

Shows :

• We call "show" the stories within the multiverse. Includes the Original, Variants, Alternate Universes.

• The Original cannot be touched or interacted with by anyone.

• Variants are copies of the original with very minor changes (art style, design, head canons). They can be interacted with on varrying degree, depending on the creator of the variant will.

• AUs are copies of Welcome Home with major or noticeable changes, from the story, to the characters and their designs.

Vintage Tapes :

• AUs are stored within vintage tapes, with the film inside representing the universe's timeline.

• Tapes categorize AUs into Fixed and Flexible, depending on the level of interaction allowed by the creators of each AUs.

Interference Mechanics :

• Interfering with Fixed AUs poses risks, as altering their storylines can lead to universe corrupt and/or collapse.

• Flexible AUs allow more interaction, often featuring crossovers and Y/N scenarios.

Out of Bound Spaces

Channels :

• Spaces integral to the multiverse system, including the Observer's TV room, the Archives, and Admin's film room.

Shows :

• The AUs themselves, contained in the multiverse, then OOB

Lost Media :

• Spaces not categorized as channels or tapes, such as the Keeper's domaine, Trader's space, and Stitcher's atelier. (Often time those are kind of like shells of dead/collapsed/modified AU, or pocket dimensions)

Pillars of Creation :

• Vast space outside of the multiverse, a galaxy-like zone full of stars, that is said to be where the creators of AUs reside. Very few characters go so far in the OOB.

In between :

• The void between the AUs. It is devoid of breathable air, often dark and lightless as well. Some multiversers are unaffected by the lack of air, but stay careful ! We don't know what lurks or leaks in the in-between

Diagram made by Bloomenvogel and Neon Ross for the Out of Bound as we see it in WTTMV

Note : this diagram applies to wttmv, but feel free to use I with your characters if you want ! Just like all of those rules, we made those to help make the story as a whole

Out of Bound Inhabitants

Natives of OOB :

• The Out of Bound is often said to have a mind of its own... It will sometimes create its own variants of the core cast, for reasons still obscures to this day. Notable characters born from the OOB : Observer, Courier, Messenger

"Refugies"

• Cast or OC characters that had their worlds destroyed/corrupted/collapsed, and who are left to wander in the multiverse. Most often they will end up in Peacekeeper's domaine until they can be rehomed in a flexible tape or new universe, or adapt to the Out of Bounds.

• A character that adapts to the Out of Bounds will then be called "Multiverser" along with the native of OOB

• Characters considered "refugies turned multiverser" in wttmv : Peacekeeper, Filante, Trader, ShopKeeper, Watcheye, Stitcher, Croupier

Multiversers :

• Multiversers are the inhabitants of the Out of Bounds. Often times, they are anomalies that have developped specific abilities allowing them to reside or survive in the Out of Bounds. Those abilities often includes being able to travel to multiple flexible tapes, but not always. A multiverser will almost always be a variant of a cast character, and rarely, if not ever, a y/n or fan oc. (If you wonder why y/n and ocs are excluded from being multiversers specifically, it's because Y/N is at its core a you self insert, but *you* are supposed to be viewers in the story. It's fine when in a pocket universe like Keeper's and Trader, a y/n can exist there, but in the oob it could causes some problems of logic with viewer influence and control, or the focus of the story could go astray to fit a y/n, which is not a story we want to tell. It kinda goes for ocs too)

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I tried to say as much as I could without much spoilers... For the reminder, I already explained the main, general chronology of wttmv on the site

Ik, ik, it's a bit of a hassle to go search and look and all. Tbh the site is kind of a way to give a bit of a treat for the really big fans who are ready to go on a separate site to get lore lmao /lh

But now I get to ramble here too ! Hurray !

TLDR :

OOB is big and weird. The AUs and Variants can be interacted with only if allowed by the creators. Multiversers are the weird cast variants living in the oob. The OOB is kinda like an onion, it has layers. Most characters always stay in the multiverse part.

[bethanysnow]

In Y/N's defense

In dedication to some of the greatest writers I know.

@kaciidubs @forlix @moonjxsung @moonlightndaydreams @skzms @j-oneproduces @dreaming-medium @candlewaxandp0lar0ids @cbini @mykoreanlove @dreamescapeswriting @1-800-shedevil @j-0ne25 @sanakimohara @hyungszn @hyunsvngs @itshannjisung @channieandhisgoonsquad @7ndipity @sweetracha @queen-in-the-shadows

If you go to the website Archive of our Own, or Tumblr, Wattpad, or TikTok and type in Y/N you will be greeted by stories of all sizes, shapes, colours, and tones. Rich worlds created on coffee breaks, breakfast tables, and 3 am visits from a muse. Illustrious worlds to hold you close, warm your hands in the cold reality winter. Permafrost on your heart will melt eventually Y/n.

Because you as a person so complex and great are Y/N they are you, you are them, you in tandem find yourself encased in the trappings and sorrows of the other hand holding yours. The story. The characters and people you call beloved! Calling your name- that’s what it's about right? Your name? Y/N? This is about you! Darling! Let me carry your burden a little longer. Dishevel the skin that coils and folds, the one that binds. The things you carry let them go.

For the world is a dangerous place...

let the authors and scribes of your phone, computer, or tablet if you must give you the sword to seal away the darkness- at least for today, for an hour or two. For the next five minutes.

These tomes break spines better than any best-seller, it holds out fruit and asks you to taste. For freedom is in oranges and pomegranates and whisps of an answer you don’t know yet till part 13.

In defense of Y/N she holds the suspension of disbelief in the rafters and tugs you on stage for the spotlight that can safely be yours. To experience lifetimes of happiness and sorrow and intimate acts beyond comprehension... He is sorry if you do not find him realistic. They aren’t meant to be.

For the main character is you, your plight is theirs, hers, his, all of it in the palm of your hand. Their hand, Y/N doesn’t mind to shelf those thoughts you keep hidden in back rooms, in crawl spaces, they let you play with the ichor of your soul and dissect it, shine a light through it, see if you can heal the wounds.

Only if you allow them to.

Read. This is not a bargaining chip or a sales pitch, there is no bill on the way out.

This is a pillar of culture. Literature in its best forms is transformative, makes you reflect, and heals the parts of yourself you didn’t know were broken.

In Y/N’s defense, you are real and they are not, but the emotions you feel reading great works are. The love you feel is real. The tears shed, the hiding under the blankets, that’s real.

Things don’t need to be realistic to be real.

So is Y/N.

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I kept seeing posts disparaging X Reader or Y/N fiction and it bothers me so much. We as a community must hold steadfast in this storm for our art, our release is just as great and important as anyone else. Do not let them tell you differently. Do not let them sway you. You are brilliant as stars do shine and laughter is had.

You are loved.

You are loved.

You are beautiful.

You are needed here in this community.

Make no mistake about it. I love you so much.

[talkingparrotkee]

After seeing disagreeable claims critiquing the end of Wakanda Forever float around for the nth time, I felt like organizing my qualms and putting them neatly into another blog. These are just my musings.

"Shuri should've killed Namor! Sparing him was wrong!" I apologize for my harsh phrasing, but this is a horrible and brainless take, especially when it's from begrudged shippers or anti-Wakanda Forever recasters 😭. Whenever I see it, I can't help but wonder if anyone who says this or agrees genuinely likes and (especially) understands Namor and/or Shuri's actual characters. And no, I do not mean the surface aesthetic of or attraction to them.

If you knew and understood what kind of character Shuri (at least in the MCU) is, you would know why she spared Namor's life after nearly taking it. If you understood the important messages carefully baked into the film, you'd understand the writing choice of Shuri sparing Namor and Namor not being the "incorrigible villain who deserves death."

Asking the silly question of why she didn't kill him in the form of critique, or worse, saying she should have or somehow should give him hell after the fact (fortunately, a regressive immaturity neither character has), is a clear show of media illiteracy. It neglects both characters and at least one pillar theme of Wakanda Forever. If Shuri killed Namor, Talokan and Wakanda would unnaturally be eating away at each other for eternity, allowing the surface colonist nations to swoop in as the destabilization process was done for them. The true villains and enemies that put them in that situation where they collided with one another would gain access to their vibranium and technology. Game over.

Shuri Was Never In Her "Villain Era"

The simple answer, Shuri is not Wanda Maximoff 😊. Goodnight. (Author's note because someone was troubled by this tongue and cheek remark: I don't hate Wanda at all. I meant what I wrote: Shuri is not Wanda, just Wakandan. People want her to be Wanda and have a Wanda arc when she is not and will not. 🫡)

Even at the lowest of her low, Shuri is no villain. Shuri was just a young woman trying to find what kind of leader she was in the midst of grief, inner turmoil, and human anger. I don't know why some fans say she had a "villain era" or want her to canonically have a "villain era," but ok. That is not Shuri, nor would it have filled the hole in Shuri's heart, as said by Nakia. It was not just because it endangered Wakanda and would spearhead them in an eternal war either. Although, that is reason enough for Shuri not to kill Namor.

Who Princess Shuri Truly Is

Princess Shuri is a natural healer, teacher, and creator. Shuri loves, designs, creates, innovates, builds, and protects. Shuri has people who would die for her and trusts her to make the right choice in the end, faithfully standing beside her even when they recognize that the trajectory she currently set them on wasn't a good one. Why do you think this is? Because they know and trust Shuri. They know her brain is as big as her heart.

Shuri is not inherently destructive. That was the uncharacteristic result of her gripe with death (thinking it meant gone) and destructive handling of her grief. Ryan Coogler even pointed out how Shuri's state was unhealthy and dangerous. Shuri and Namor were both grieving and asking themselves painful questions.

That is why Killmonger is who appears to her. Killmonger is a violent, radical character (made that way by neglect, grief, loss, militaristic molding, and the suffering African Americans face) who almost carelessly sent Wakanda spiraling into mayhem. He became the people he hated, in the wise words of T'Challa, and was an unworthy king, in the wise words of Shuri. If such a man is comparing himself to Shuri and is who her subconscious elicited on the Ancestral Plane (which Shuri seems to be taking to her grave now, refusing to tell Nakia), maybe she's not doing alright? Just a thought!

This is also why Ramonda took her out by the river. It's why M'Baku said what he said at Ramonda's funeral. It is so she can mourn properly. So she could heal properly. Something she wasn't doing since the day T'Challa died.

Killing Namor would've destroyed her, not just her people. It wouldn't have sated her despite in her rightful anger, feeling it would. It would've just sent her past a point of no return.

"Show him who you are." Ramonda told her this after she struggled on her own with killing Namor. Why do you think Shuri hesitated even without Ramonda's influence (which was just her presence and reminding Shuri who she already was) yet? It didn't feel "right" to Shuri as their moment together (watching the Talokan sunrise), how Namor paralleled her, and how their people were alike flew through her mind's eye. Shuri hesitated, not because she was "soft" or "nonsensical mushy writing." Shuri saw what they were and what this was. She thought beyond herself. As Editor Michael P. Shawver said, Namor's line of, "only the most broken people can become great leaders" is what they focused on. It is what Shuri finally realizes at the bitter end. They relate. The narrative, characters, and actors all recognize this; I don't see how some audience members do not.

She and Namor were perpetuating the destructive cycle of grief and vengeance while setting that example for their people, but she was strong enough to pull herself up and break that chain. Then she offered her his hand for the sake of not only themselves, but their people. She saw firsthand the beauty of Talokan. Like Namor admired Wakanda in the beginning, she admired Talokan. She remembered her visit to Talokan in the mix of her nation's beauty.

"Vengance has consumed us. We cannot let it consume our people."

Not "my" people. Not "your" people. Our people.

Shuri realized many simple yet, at the same time, humanly complicated truths of how they had connectivity and were broken, trying to be the best leaders they could be. Neither of them was the villain but are what they were due to the bitter hand life dealt them and the situations they faced.

The Real Theme of Black Panther's Wakanda Forever

This movie also had clear themes of:

A) how POC/indigenous infighting sucks and is counterproductive

B) connectivity of black and brown, from culture to shared wounds

C) the scars of colonialization

Shuri killing Namor would defeat the carefully woven narrative and betray all these well-built things. I know some of you guys don't like to hear this, but Namor is not of the archetype of Killmonger, nor is he the real "villain," so he was handled accordingly.

“We talked to so many experts and really made relationships with them, because there was a lot to go through,” says Beachler. “There are a lot of parallels between Africans and Latin Americans as far as the colonization of their communities and cities, the enslavement of their people, the lies that were told about their culture, the misinterpretation of their words, and the ways they were made out to look demonized in order to elevate a European country.”

Shuri Getting Her Lick Back

"Shuri should've beaten Namor until-" or "She let him off the hook unpunished!" If you paid attention to the movie, you'd see she literally beat him within an inch of his life? She definitely did get her lick back just as Namor got his. Wanting her to get "more" licks after the fact is regressive.

Shuri:

isolated and trapped Namor to weaken and drain his energy

ferally clawed both of his wings, taking out his ability to fly

made him bleed and bruised him up

roasted him in a firey explosion, effectively charring him and rendering him temporarily paralyzed

Shuri didn't play patty cake with him; she made an immortal bleed and fear death. She had him gasping for air on his back at the mercy of her spear tip. She made him yield and call off the troops. She made an ally out of him on her terms who exalted her strength and is currently bandaged up, flightless, and awaiting to aid her (rather than striking first, waging war as originally wanted). It's more than enough and was the best course of action. What do you mean? What are you talking about?

[shoyoist]

Hi rekhaaa! I was wondering on what are the Tokyo revengers boys' quirks r gonna be if they're in mha!! Any thoughts??

𝐓𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒' 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

been a long time since i got over my bnha phase but this shows that i'd enjoy giving tr characters quirks and writing spin offs for them LMAO — not proofread, but i had a lot of fun thinking of these <3 (i did say my inbox is closed for reqs) but if you sent me individual characters that i havent done, i'll answer w/ quirks for them too!! short hcs are fun hehe

ぞ | hmmm, TAKEMICHI would have the ability to see glimpses of the near future. if he were the protag of bnha, his story would be that he wasted the potential of his extremely useful quirk by choosing to live a plain, ordinary life without aspiring to become a hero. then something absolutely terrible happens, but he gets the opportunity to turn things around for himself and for everyone else, if he goes back in time and claims the rank of top hero and saves the world. op music starts playing and takemichi starts his hero's journey ☆☆☆

ぞ | MIKEY would have the ability to put people to sleep. not just sleep, actually, his quirk enables him to turn people's systems off and render them comatose. if we're talking side effects, he's just sleepy ♡♡ and falls asleep real quick when he gets tired. he's quiet, a little shady but also very sweet, and whether as a hero or a villain, he'd be super powerful and useful <33

ぞ | i'll do DRAKEN a favour and let him have his motorcycle body. he's a cyborg. like genos from one punch man !! he has to get his prosthetic limbs removed and maintained regularly, and needs oil changes LMAO. imagine being the mechanic that takes care of him though <33 or the scientist that creates new body parts and weapons for him.

ぞ | BAJI is like Four Arms from Ben 10 SKHFHKH, he's big and muscley and has four arms. the perfect person to turn to, when you need a good sukuna cosplay. by the time he graduates hero school, he stands at 6'10" ♡♡ and so popular with everyone. holds fan events and meets, is super fun and friendly, good with kids — and he never turns down those calls asking for help bec a cat got stuck in a tree and needs saving LMAO

ぞ | ok ok KAZUTORA would have blood iron manipulation. realistically, your blood doesnt have THAT much iron so this is leaning towards the fictional side — but yeah, he can control your blood (maybe the flow of it out of your body, after a slash?) via the iron in your blood cells. he would be a hero turned villain <33

ぞ | MITSUYA definitely works in the rescue division. he has restoration abilities. i'm not calling it regeneration because it doesnt work on living creatures or people. it works on non living formations and structures, like stone and all. he's one of the front liners of the rescue teams. they locate people trapped under fallen buildings and such, and then mitsuya carefully restores walls and pillars, fixes cracks in the ground, and creates a safe path to reach the people from. he's also really pretty, a good leader, and skilled at providing guidance and reassurance, so everyone has a lil crush on him <33

ぞ | PAH-CHIN would have super strength. he's a lil like sakura from naruto (are there other sakuras? bec i dont know lol) and he would work in rescue, too, but in the opposite way that mitsuya does, i guess. he breaks down obstructing structures like walls and rubble, and paves way towards the people in need of saving.

ok that's takemichi + the toman ot6 but let me think of some more.

ぞ | of course KISAKI has an intelligence quirk. his ability allows him to make foolproof, precise plans that lead him straight to his goal— the catch being that they're only arranged according to his heart's desire. every step of his vision has to be followed out thoroughly to completion, to reach the end goal. however, some steps are incredibly self indulgent (step four: kill takemichi. LMAO) therefore, he's a loner at work, and more of an anti hero type. he does what he wants, how he wants, by himself. unless he met someone that was fine with doing things all his way <3

ぞ | HANMA can speak to the dead. if you come to him with enough grief and longing in your heart, for someone that's dead, he can summon their soul by channeling the power of your longing, and bring their spirit back to the edge of life for a short period of time. he would be a villain with a tragic backstory that's only revealed much later — and he works as the recruiter for his organization, by scouting people with useful quirks that have lost loved ones. "hey kid, if you do this for me and my boss, i'll let you see your sister one last time." that typa beat.

ぞ | i feel like SANZU would have some sort of energy absorption quirk. he absorbs fear. growing up, he was timid and more afraid of others than others were afraid of him, so his quirk was kept in check. however, once he joined the villains' side, he became ruthless — his gruesome murders, skilled escapes and endless number of successful heists make him his organization's beloved poster boy (which honestly only helps people to recognize and therefore fear him even more u_u).

ぞ | SENJU has a camouflage quirk. she's able to change her body to match the colours of whatever she places both her hands against — and therefore, she's part of almost every stealth mission the heroes carry out. she's leader of her division, and gets invited to a lot of workshops and expos — she's got a million fans, and the bnha universe twitter is full of senju stan accounts i just know it !!

ぞ | KOKONOI has charmspeak. it fits him really well — he's an excellent talker, silver tongued to begin with, so when he applies his quirk and slides in, he's able to coax information out of anyone he wants, and get his way no matter what the circumstances. he would've considered being a hero as a kid, but then he gets strung into a villain organization, where he decides to stay.

ぞ | if i mention koko i must mention INUI, who has a shielding ability. he's able to reflect the effect of quirks off him to some extent, giving him some level of immunity to quirk based attacks — and he uses this alongside physical shields provided to him by the hero association's weapon devs, to be both a physical and a mental shield to himself and any one he partners up with.

[sentientgopro]

Everything in the & 196 Video explained

A good place to start for learning 196 culture and understanding some of the stuff we mention is this video, made upon the end of 196, showcasing some of the biggest moments on the sub. Im gonna explain as many of these as possible. First, the history of 196. My source is a post I loosely remember from the person who made 195.

r/195 was a subreddit created by a few roomates living in apartment no. 195 to allow them to share memes easily and save stuff. They didn't set it to private and were suprised when they saw people starting to join. They decided to screw with them by creating the ONE GOLDEN RULE. You must post before you leave. They decided to do this as an experiment for 420 weeks (If I remember correctly.) Alot of fun was had and alot of 196s culture began here , such as Floppa and fanter. People were upset when the experiment ended, the sub had truly struck gold, so its permanent (or so we thought), sequel was created, 196. Its wortg considering, as what was basically an anarchy sub, why didnt it turn into a racist and himophobic shithole like the other ones? Its obviously dependent on the mods. The mods of most anarchy subs create them because they just want a place where they wont face consequences for saying terrible shit. 195 was different, and was moderated by more reasonable people. this is why 196 became the trans friendly space its known as today. Okay, onto the video.

Love of: The two 196 mascots, Floppa and Spronkus. These 2 will show up alot in this video. Spronkus was created in a meme comparing left and right shitposting, where the right is just a racist caricature and the left is "a popular recognisable cartoon character with a gun thay says trans rights and shoots fascits." It also has a gun thats labelled "this is a gun". Spronkus was, infact, not a recognisable cartoon character, but one created by the artist of the meme. It was named and became a 196 mascot, appearing in our r/place image.

The sun: alot of these images are just memes that did well on this sub and fit the lyrics. they explain themselves, theres no more culture to it, I wont mention them in the list from now on.

Came back again: The pillar wars. 196 had a lengthly battle over an image of different pillar types, where people would argue for their favourite pillar.

To make it clear that: When AI filters were just starting to pick up, someone ran their face through a masculinity filter many, many times, and this was the result.

Shame on a martyr: 197 is a place generally recognised as the place that people who liked 196 but got banned for being an asshole go. So its basically 196 but a little more right leaning.

Either perspective of &: First image of Bridget/ Biscuit/ Brisket/ Bucket. One meme where a guy mispelled bridget (Or was it someone who said one of their relatives kept mispronouncing it? Not really important either way) so it became a running joke of Spelling bridget incorrectly. I imagine this was elsewhere on the internet, not just 196.

Dry: Not sure if this is really a 196 culture thing, but its a common joke on 196 that there is nothing dryer than the pussy of Ben Shapiros wife.

& All the &s that we forgot: 196 was known for having microcelebrities, people that were easily recognisable in comments and people know their name. Most notable is Goblinhog, who became a moderator, but the rapid expansion of microcelebs came with monko74 who became one. Alot of people started signing their posts/ comments in a certain way to make them more recognisable.

Leave if you can't stand the thought of it: Not alot to it, 196 mods made the based decision to ban any and all people using the reddit NFT avatars.

New & Old: The new and old images for the sub. Everytime the image changed, it would replace the old one, they would all still be partially transparent. First was that rabbit, then a globe thing was added. The mods did a random choice of who would get to choose the new sub image for a month, and the winner chose a picture of that guy you can faintly see in the new image. It was changed back to the old image and the guy was added at the end of the month. Spronkus also temporarily became the sub icon, before it was added to the full image.

John & Yoko: A heavily edited version of a comic that was used as a frequent meme template on 196. The original joke is that 2 guys and a girl meet their future selves, and one of the guys is suprised to find his future self as a woman.

They took a lesson from their fathers: Explained by the 196 history at the start

Their lives stuck beside every &: The yoshi and toad kissing tattoo was a like goal thing if I remember correctly, "If I get this many likes Ill do this" and they did it. Either that or it was a goal for the sub itself.

Stop the peace: When 196 was at a perceived low point, and Sprokus was on the rise, people came to the conclusion that 196 just wasn't as Gay as it used to be, and it needed to be fixed.

We digress: There was a post (Dont think it was on 196) of a 4 panel comic thats supposed to be something about women moving on from heartbreak or something but the 4th panel was replaced with an image of a shitting toothpaste. Someone commented to ask for the version without the toothpaste and this comment and post was screenshotted and became popular on 196. When the no toothpaste version was posted, the same person asked for a version with the toothpaste. It was a common joke for a while for people to replace the fourth panels, or other panels, of other comics with the toothpaste. This is an amogus version of it. That should be everything, please reblog if Ive missed stuff.

[t1sunfortunate]

the unfortunate reality is that sns just isn’t that good.

sure, it could have been good if this or if that or the other thing, but the fact of the matter is that it’s not, and the main reason it isn’t is actually touted by a lot of sns fans as one of the central pillars of the relationship.

when kishimoto retconned naruto and sasuke’s relationship to state that they always understood each other, he undermined an entire series where the central conflict was about the two of them not understanding each other. to read from the beginning with this interpretation requires you to cast a ridiculous, needlessly complicated filter over all their interactions, giving them the character of a pair of chessmasters, rather than young boys. naruto and sasuke, if you throw out the retcon, read as a perfectly comprehensible narrative about two children who (realistically!) can’t see past the intricacies of their sociopolitical situations to understand that they have a lot in common. over time, their emotional maturity grows, allowing them to begin to realise this.

this is why the “i’ll bear the burden of your hatred and die with you” scene is so weighty; naruto is acknowledging that it is the realities of their circumstances that keep them apart, and he wants to meet again in another life where none of that exists. this scene is the canary in the coal mine, letting us know this relationship is going to end in tragedy; they’ve chosen separate ways, paths which are inevitably fated to cross, and the only way for them to meet again as friends is in death. he’s finally come to understand, but it’s too late. when faced with the choice of sasuke or konoha, naruto chose the village. that’s a huge choice that should, realistically, come with a consequence. even if this ends, somehow, with the both of them alive, the memory of that choice, and the circumstances that created it, remains. because naruto (the manga) is an immature narrative, however, there are no realistic, interesting consequences. sasuke is made to give up and magically let go of his grudge against an institution which murdered his family and destroyed his life, of his pursuit of justice, which, from the very start, defined him as a character, so naruto can have both his friend and the admiration of said institution. the end of the series is the death of sasuke’s character, and i could go into an in-depth analysis of chapter 699 and how i think kishimoto knows this on some level, hence why sasuke never truly returned to konoha (ergo, to naruto, since, in becoming hokage, naruto becomes synonymous with konoha). sns is depressing. i see the tongue-in-cheek posts about the sns affair, the sns divorce arc, and all i can think of is how bleak an ending this is for sasuke, and how out of character it is. what i wouldn’t have given for him to hear “i know your heart, and you mine” and lash out with a resounding “no you don’t”.

but the late series, and shippuden as a whole, more and more as it drags on, is synonymous with predetermination superseding free will. i don’t think it’s a coincidence that i don’t see many sns fans talking about the first part of the series, where naruto and sasuke are actually forging this relationship. sns would be nothing without the story pre-timeskip, but people tend to focus on shippuden-era sns, which, to some extent, i understand. this is the era most fraught with emotional tension (and where naruto spends the entire time with a thought bubble that says “sasuke”, because he lost all of his depth as a character from part 1 in favour of that, but i digress), but when it comes to looking for the core of their bond, to the actual raison d’être, the entirety of part 1 gets far less press than the scenes of them as young children in the academy – scenes which were introduced extremely late in the series as brief flashbacks. kishimoto’s fixation with destiny invalidates the themes of part 1 on all levels, and the sns relationship is in no way exempt.

so could sns have been good? yes, as a tragic relationship, disregarding the retcon. except, from what i see, people who like sns seem to really, really like it. they take the overly-complex retcon interpretation and use it in support of a “naruto and sasuke always loved one another” or “naruto and sasuke had their positive feelings for each other twisted by their martial society” reading. it’s not even that these are inherently bad takes, in a literary sense, it’s simply that they don’t hold up to the rest of the manga. asserting in the very late series that these two characters have been watching each other for some time doesn’t hold up with the reality of the story, which begins on naruto and sasuke having no thoughts or opinions of one another beyond their surface-level feelings towards a classmate they don’t particularly like or understand. the growth of this into their genuine bond is much more meaningful, because it occurs textually. it is a true show of increasing mental and emotional maturity, rather than a frustrating wait for the characters to stop dancing around the conclusion of their emotional journey, which they already know, for some reason, from the beginning. that’s the core of it, really: the retcon puts the end at the beginning, making the entire story a pointless exercise in futility. destiny is wholeheartedly embraced as romantic and self-evident, rather than the death of narrative and interpersonal complexity, and the fundamental truth that love is a choice – the continual, conscious decision to choose each other, day after day – and we already know what naruto’s choice was.

(you might say, well, I think X or Y should have changed; naruto should have learned about the destruction of uzushiogakure and understood he and sasuke came from a very similar situation,  – which, itself, rests on another late-series destiny boner retcon – naruto should never have become loyal to the village after the way he was treated, naruto should have joined with sasuke to tear down konoha – but that’s not the way it was written, and if this is your justification, you admit it is a relationship as flawed in its narrative as the ones it is so often purported to be so much better than.)

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#5

Promise

Warnings: Entertainment district spoilers, crying, mentions of blood, murder, and bodily harm.

The butterfly estate was lively with activity, Aoi running through the halls followed by the youngest little nurses. You knew where to go, Makio and Suma had explained where your husband and wife were being kept before you left earlier that morning.

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were visiting today, I’m assuming you were filled in?” you nodded towards the insect hashira, Greeting her as she approached you.

“Yeah, he faced an upper moon Alongside 3 Kanoe’s? He's missing a hand and you think he won't recover his eyesight? correct?" Shinobu nodded

“Just about, yeah! The first hashira to defeat an upper moon. It’s been a very long time since the pillars of Muzan have fallen like this. Change is coming Mrs. Uzui change is coming.”

“Yeah, I can feel it too. He’s in the hashiras wing, correct?”

Shinobu sidestepped, allowing you to pass as she nodded.

~

The hashira wing was quiet, there was usually never anyone in there so it seemed almost abandoned. You padded to the first room on the right, ignoring knocking and opening the sliding door. Tengen was sitting up, talking to Hinatsuru who lay in a bed across from him, also sitting up. They both were wearing the hospital pajamas, Tengen’s half unbuttoned to avoid ‘constricting’ him, as he said whenever he had to wear them. He was covered in bandaging, some stained red already, especially the one covering most of the left side of his face.

“Holy hell's Tengen” he seemed surprised by your sudden outburst, eyes widening as he stared at you standing by the door. You heard Hinatsuru giggle.

“It’s bad, isn’t it? He fought very hard” You hummed as you walked up to her bed.

“I see that you did too, how are you feeling?” she shrugged

“Okay, the poison has slowed a lot so I’m feeling good besides my leg. Shinobu said I'll be out within 2 days!” you matched her smile, kissing her forehead before turning to your husband.

“You should have asked me to join you the second you thought it was an upper moon” he sighed, hair dropping into his face as he looked at his lap.

“I didn’t want to put you in that kind of danger, I didn’t even want them in the danger. Besides, you don’t fight anymore”

“I can still fight, I just don’t like to. I've fought enough for one lifetime, I wanted to live the life that I fought endlessly for. But how am I supposed to live that life if you die?” His head shot up, a sly grin painting his face

“Were you worried, my love?”

“Shut up, of course, I was! We finally reconnected after how many years and you go and get yourself almost killed!” he chuckled, holding his right hand out to you. You huffed before accepting his hand, letting him pull you into a hug, his bandages scratching at your face and neck as he held you tightly against him.

“I’m sorry I scared you like that songbird, I'm all yours now, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere now.” you couldn’t stop the tears anymore at his words, the quiet whispers in your ear as he tried to comfort you. “I’ll always come home to you, you fought so hard to find me, to come back to me. I know you went through a lot. But it's okay now, we can live the life we wanted. I’m here”

~~

“Come with me, marry me” you huffed, swatting away Tengen's hair as he hovered close to your face. Stepping out of his hold you backed up.

“It's not that easy for me. I have family here, they need my help to get everyone out. Once your brother heads the family, I’ll go through him and get out. Trust me. I’ll find you, okay?”

“No, come with me. Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma want you to come. I want you to come! Y/N, listen, you know my father, you know his ways. Your safest option is to leave with me” you shivered at the thought. The battles you witnessed, brother against brother, blood on blood. It was terrifying, a family massacred, witnessed by the entire clan.

"I love you, please. Marry me and we'll leave"

"You should go, Tengen. I'll find you once we're out. I promise. Stay safe" he huffed before lunging forward, capturing your lips in his own. His kiss was desperate, messy, yet calculated. Almost like the movement of his lips against yours was their own goodbye. You could taste the salt from tears, and you weren't sure if they were your own. He rested his forehead against yours after he broke away, spit slicked lips heaving as he tried to gain his breath.

"Promise me"

"I promise you Tengen. I'll find you once this is over. I'll marry you then, and we can have our life. Have kids, and a cute house. Let's get a cat too. I'll come back, okay?" His eyes shut.

"Don't forget" you chuckled, pulling back and pushing him towards the exit of your home.

"Get out of here before you get caught, you have a life to live" he wiped away the tears that had begun to stain his cheeks.

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177 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

#4

Midnight Snack

Warnings: fluff, Daddy Obanai Hour, Manga Spoilers?!

“What are you doing out here? It’s late and cold” You looked away from the rusting flowers, flowing with the wind that carved a path between the stalks. Your husband stood behind you, wrapped tightly in the thick quilt you kept on the bed. His black hair was a mess, pointing in every direction from tossing around in his sleep. Different colored eyes squinted down at you before he sat down next to you, tossing half the blanket around your shoulders so you squeezed in it with him, sharing the warmth. “Is it okay for you to be out here in the cold like this?” he gestured towards your stomach, the small bump that had been growing for 5 whole months. You chuckled.

“Of course, just because I'm pregnant doesn’t mean I'll freeze. I got too hot actually, and I'm hungry. I really want miso soup” He blinked, confused.

“You want miso soup before the sun has even begun to rise?” You nodded. Since you had learned that you were suddenly and very surprisingly carrying a child, your cravings had been keeping you up, almost weekly. Obanai had thankfully taken time off following the news of your pregnancy and has been at your side for every single craving, carefully easing you into pregnancy. With a sigh he moved to get up, sliding off the engawa to his feet. Holding a hand out he helped you to your feet, holding tightly to your hand and arm in case you lost balance with your ever-growing tummy. “Come on, Let’s get you the soup then” He pulled the dyed quilt tighter around your form, keeping you snug. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, scared face full of concentration as he made sure you were properly wrapped before he took your hand again, leading you back into the house.

Soft steps padded around the kitchen, accompanied by the steady bubbling of broth on the stovetop. Obanai was careful in his movements as he carried around the plate of diced tofu and cut onions, moving them closer to the stove to add to his simmering broth. You watched from the island, mouth salivating at the delicious smell that had been itching your taste buds since you first laid in bed hours earlier. You sat patiently as he bowled it up, wrapping it in a towel to prevent you from burning your fingers as he carried it over, setting a spoon down next to it.

“Here” he turned back to the stove, putting the leftovers in containers to save for later when your craving came back. You wasted no time before digging in, blowing on the hot soup for a few seconds before gulping it down, You let out a moan at the flavor, so warming and hearty, Hiroki enjoyed it too, flutters of movement, almost like a swarm of butterflies having a party in your stomach. The movement made you jump, letting out a

giggle at the feeling.

“Love?” you looked up, your husband's worried face greeting you as he looked down at your stomach. “Is everything okay?” You nodded.

“I can feel him sometimes, Shinobu said that I would be able to, too, I'm not used to it though. He likes the soup Obanai, thank you my dear” you let out another chuckle, running a loving hand over the curve of your stomach. If Obanai could engrain this image in his head for the rest of his life, he would. The image of his flawless wife, caressing the stomach that carried their child, one made from love and joy, from neverending happiness and utter bliss. He wanted to remember this until he took his last breath, the image of you. He never thought it was possible, to be able to be loved and love another like this, especially coming from his family. But you proved him very wrong.

"Of course, finish up so we can go back to bed" the scars that pulled on his lips stretched as he smiled, turning back to finish cleaning up.

~

The bed was still warm when you finally wandered back to it, kaburamaru was still fast asleep, cushioned underneath Obanais pillow to stay warm. You plopped into bed, having given up trying to be graceful with a growing baby bump. Obanai let out a snort of laughter, shaking his head as he wrapped himself back up in the blankets, moving his white snake out from under his pillow so they didn't get squished. Kaburamaru blinked awake, letting her tongue flick out a few times before she settled around his neck, giving him space to pull you close.

"Alright Hiroki, let us go to bed now" he scolded your stomach, patting your belly before resting his hand on the hump. You could feel his palms were warm, even through the fabric of your nightdress, the warmth he provided was a welcome comfort, one that lured you and your satiated cravings back to sleep.

182 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

#3

most likely awkward sex moments with the hashira? we all know awkward stuff would def happen too, god have merci

You know the drill NSFW UNDER CUT

MINORS DNI(OR I TAKE KNEECAPS)

Kyojuro wasn't a fan of having sex outside of your shared home for a reason. You had 2 small glasses of sake not even enough to get you sloppy and swaying, but just enough to redden your cheeks and have you pawing at his ever-growing bulge the second you stepped foot into the guest bedroom at the Uzui estate. Kyojuro hesitated, not knowing if it was a good idea to partake in such lewd acts at his best friend's house. But who was he to resist your pout when he pulled your hands off of him. He was only human. So he let you have what you wanted, pulling him out of his hakama pants and getting straight to business. He struggled to keep himself quiet as you licked him up, sinful tongue digging teasingly into his cockhead just enough to have him let a whimper slip past his lips.

"c'mon babe, you don't have to be quiet were in the guest wing. 'wanna hear you" you mumbled, lazily stroking him as you looked up through your lashes, a wicked grin forming as you watched his resolve crumble, internal argument ultimately failing as you wrapped your lips back around him, giving a rather hard suck before engulfing him enough to have you gagging. The vibrations from your struggles to take him all in had his mind short-circuiting, low moans rumbling in his chest. You continued your ministrations, nails running teasingly over his shaky thighs as you bobbed your head. Kyojuro was quickly losing himself, feeling his orgasm fast approaching as his hands found purchase in your hair, tugging on your roots as he hit the back of your throat. "shi-shit baby 'm gonna." the sound of the sliding shoji doors had you pulling up, letting off of his cock with a loud 'pop' Tengen stood in the doorway, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he looked at the scene before him. Kyojuro Exe. has stopped working.

"haha, I didn't know my friend was such a loud one. Good job!"

Obanai is very careful with Sex, always making sure you are comfortable and nothing is breaking or in his way, no matter how much he wants to go ballistic and lose himself in the tight grip of your cunt. But, even after making sure everything is perfect before he loses himself in you, things can go wrong. Your moans bounced off the walls to your room, nails digging into the meat of your lover's shoulders as he hovered over you, hips pistoning against your own in a delicious rhythm. Obanai's grunts didn't go unheard, each breathy groan going straight to your sopping cunt, adding to the sticky fluids already coating yours and Obanai's thighs.

"c'mere" he grunted, arms lifting your torso from the mattress, pressing you against his chest as he sat back on his knees. "Want you to ride me baby, please?" You didn't hesitate to take the chance. Already pushing him down against the plush matress, watching him bounce and shift until he was comfortable before you climbed back over his hips, hands planting themselves firmly on his chest as he lined himself back against your sweet heat. You hissed at the new position, Obanais thick length rubbing all the right spots as you sank down on his length. He gripped the meat of your thighs as you ground against him, pushing him impossibly deeper into your sex.

"Thats it babygirl" he groaned under you, relishing in the way your eyes fluttered as his hips involuntarily bucked up into your sweet heat. You two got lost in pleasure too quick for your own good, its the reason neither of you noticed the movement behind Obanai's head, a familiar wiggling under the crumpled blankets.

"Oba, I'm so cl-ah!" the screech you let out wasn't out of pleasure and it caused Obanai to jumped up, immediately sitting up and encasing you in his arms. He looked at your panicked face, trying to check to make sure you were okay, even pulling at your limbs to see if something happened.

"Kaburamaru" was all you said, looking behind your boyfriend to the small white snake curled up in the warm spot where Obanai was just laying.

The mission was grueling for Tengen. He spent a whole week away from home, stuck in the swamps, trudging through ugly, dense forests and thigh-deep waters trying to find a damn low-level demon that could have easily been taken care of by a lower-rank slayer, not wasting his precious time. The time that could have been spent doing more productive things, like working on your stamina. Since your marriage began Tengen and you have been working hard, he wanted you to be able to keep up with him and his wives, you weren't a trained Shinobi like the four of them so your stamina was, as nicely as he could say it, severely lacking. He hadn't even introduced you to group sex yet, it had just been the two of you sharing the pleasure of each other, not that he was complaining. You were so compliant and such a quick learner, you were so eager, accepting anything he deemed important enough to add to the 'curriculum'

He sat back against the headboard, sweat caked against his silver bangs, sticking them to his forehead as he watched the scene in front of him. All of his spouses were enjoying themselves, tangled in a pile of limbs as they fawned over you. You had finally worked up the courage to ask to join, to tell everyone you felt ready, for everyone. They used Tengen's return as an opportunity to finally get you into bed, because who doesn't love coming home to 4 spouses ready and willing. The four of you had already been playing, Makio stating they were just 'prepping' you for his arrival, but everyone knew that was a lie. Suma was ecstatic, greedily pulling your lower body onto her face, tongue already falling out of her mouth as you swung a leg over her head.

"Tengen, love, don't you think she l-" Hinatsuru stopped as she looked over, Tengen wasn't paying attention anymore, he wasn't even awake. The scene was enough to have her doubling over in laughter, startling Makio who laid under her.

"Shut the fuck up, He Fell ASLEEP!?" Makio squealed.

Sanemi wasn't one for 'slow and steady' you knew that getting into a relationship with the wind pillar. But he had promised to make love to you, he promised with his whole heart that he would go slow, allow you to thoroughly enjoy him and his cock that your always so desperate for.

He is taking it slow now, this is the slowest he's ever gone, and your afraid you won't be able to last through the entirety of Sanemi's definition of slow.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" he teased, fingers caressing over your overly sensitive bud. "don't tell me your tired already? What about me love?" his petnames were poking fun at you, teasing. He was doing what you asked, so you should just be sitting back and enjoying it, not crying at the feeling of his fingers rubbing harsh circles on your clit.

"Sane-san" you stumbled over the words, trying to function enough to talk properly. You clawed at his hand, soaked in your previous four orgasms he had just pulled from you, a devious grin painted on his features as he looked down at you.

"What? come on love, you can say it. Use your words" You sputtered uselessly as he pulled away, soaked hand grabbing hold of his solid cock. He gave himself a few lazy pumps, scooting forward so his cock rested comfortable against your soaked cunt.

"You feel that baby? got me so fucking hard. You wanted it slow and now look, I don't know how many rounds it'll be till I'm fully satisfied, not when you look so dumb and I haven't even given you my cock. Look at me" You blinked up at him through tear soaked lashes, trying not to look down at the way he was shamelessly bucking against you, teasing your folds with his cock.

"Fuck, Sanemi!" you whined, making him pull back, a dark chuckle slipping past his lips as he bullied his way into your waiting hole. The way you moaned so salaciously had Sanemi seeing white as he fully sheathed himself in you. He relished in the way you cried out at the feeling of his cock. It was quick, the way his orgasm rocked through him, surprising him as he cam just at the sound of your cries and the feeling of your tight little cunt invitingly sucking him in.

As he came down, flushed face finally focusing on the surprised look painting your own features.

"This little pussy" he tried to play off his surprise orgasm with a shallow thrust, distracting you enough with the way your head fell back against the matress under you.

A/N - You only get my top four because my brain literally can't think anymore. I'll do a part 2 with the other 3 eventually. Also I did not mean to make Sanemi's so long, I promise, it just happened

187 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#2

Talk to Me

Part 1 here

Warnings: Illness, mentions of IV, description of illness and effects, mentioned weight and weight loss, Mention of death

It was 2 days before your fever broke. 2 days of all 4 spouses switching out of the chair at your bedside, taking turns dabbing your forehead, and talking through your fever-induced stupor. Shinobu sent kakushi over after the first night, having to leave on a mission that night. Tengen was beyond himself, slowly losing his grasp on sanity as he watched your pale face toss around in the sheets, soaked in your sweat as you mumbled incoherent sentences in response to his words. Your wives were the rocks, keeping him sane while keeping their own spirits high, leaving no room for doubt to creep in about your recovery.

“Suma?” Your voice was hoarse, scratchy, and uncomfortable as you looked down at the figure asleep on your arm, hunched over the bedside. She jumped at the noise, hair flying up as she met your eyes, less foggy than they had been the past few days.

“Y/N!” she screeched, apologizing as you winced, slowly lifting a hand to pat her head, a weak smile gracing your lips. You looked frail, likely to break at the smallest inconvenience, the fever and lack of fluids or food quickly tore your already weakened body up. Your cheeks had sunk slightly, eyebags heavy as you tried to sit up. “Slow down, let me help” She stood, wrapping an arm around your back and holding your arms as she pulled you up to a sitting position, moving pillows so you were propped up.

“Thanks” you coughed, rubbing at your dry throat, wincing at the pain that one movement caused you.

“I’ll go grab a kakushi, your IV probably needs to be changed and now that you're awake they should know, stay here okay?!” She rushed out of the room, afraid you would suddenly find all the strength you had lost these past 3 days, and run out of the room, frolicking in the back gardens. You stared at the IV bag situated next to your bed, hooked up to a cart that held what you assumed was medications and a water basin, a wet cloth laid next to it, soaking the cart top. The IV was dripping steadily as you watched it, flowing through the tube into your hand where they attached it.

“Mrs. Uzui! I am so relieved to see you awake, how are you feeling?” You shrugged.

“My throa-” you broke into a fit of coughs, the kakushi rushed to your side, letting the rest of your family file in behind them. Patting your back they handed you a glass of water that Suma had brought with her. They held your head as you greedily choked down the water, ignoring the flames that ripped through your throat at each gulp.

“There you are, do you mind bringing a pitcher of water in here? Your throat is going to be very dry from the heavy drugs we’ve been giving you to try and break your fever, pneumonia is a heavy illness, it takes a lot. Do you feel like you may want to eat, some soup? Or maybe just some broth?” you shook your head, not ready for anything other than water.

“M tired” you mumbled, dragging the blankets back up to your chin.

“Of course, I’ll change your water bag here and leave you alone, your spouses have been very worried about you” all four of them hovered near the door of your bedroom, anxiously watching you talk with the kakushi, Tengen translating everything you were saying to the girls, he was the only one who could hear your quiet voice. You watched as they removed the iv bag, replacing it with a fresh and full one before dismissing themselves with one final check of you, rechecking your temperature to make sure it was semi-normal before leaving you with your spouses.

“C’mere” you whispered, wearily raising a hand to beacon them closer. Tengen practically ran to your side, pushing everyone forward so he could squeeze through and drop to his knees next to the bed. He grasped your hand in both of his, bringing your cold fingertips to his lips, leaving kisses all over your hand, You let out a weak chuckle in response.

“Hi beautiful, I’m glad to see you awake and actually paying attention, how do you feel. Hinatsuru sat on the bed near your feet, tucking the blankets back under you so you were cocooned in.

“Tired, You should go, you’ll get sick” Suma adamantly shook her head, stepping forward to sit on the chair behind Tengen, Makio stood next to her, smoothing down your hair.

“We’ll be fine, we’ve been carefully watching our health, taking extra vitamins that Shinobu left for us, and keeping track of our temperature. Don’t worry about us, you still have to recover. We aren’t going anywhere until you are recovered” you hummed, relaxing back into the pillows.

“Y/N, look at me” Tengen, still held your hands, eyebrows pinched together as he glared at you. “Don’t do this again, if you are sick you have to tell one of us, you can’t hide something like this again. You could have died, what have I told you about this?” you shrunk under his words, feeling like a child being scolded.

“Tengen… She just woke up, can’t this wait?

“No, it’s okay” you removed your hand from his hold, resting it on top of them, running your thumb over the ridges of his knuckles. “M sorry. I didn’t think it was serious, just allergies until I coughed too much and then it was too late” He nodded, accepting your answer.

“Gods, you scared me. I know you're strong, I know you can handle yourself, but please rely on us if you need it, even if you have a sniffle. I can’t lose you, any of you, got that? I need all 4 of my flashy and daringly sexy spouses” He placed another kiss on the back of your hand. You gave him a weak smile, feeling your eyelids growing heavier.

“Let her sleep, she needs rest to recover. Tengen, we’ll let you stay, and then Hina?” Everyone nodded in agreement, Tengen taking up the seat next to your bed as Suma vacated the spot, leaving the room with the other 3 wives.

“Do you want to lay back down?” you yawned in response, accepting the help as Tengen lifted your torso, moving around the cushions so you were on your back once more. “Get some rest, we’ll be here when you wake up” you drifted off to the image of your husband's maroon eyes pinching in happiness.

218 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Welcome Home (M)

Warnings: PWP, SMUT, Minors DNI, impatient asf, creampie, crying, blowjobs, your king commands it.

The palace had been so quiet for months, the only news you heard being battle reports coming in from neighboring kingdoms.

“My lady, should we take a walk, I’m sure the fresh air should be good for you” Your maid, Shinobu wandered in from the back garden, carrying a new collection of flowers to replace the old ones next to your bed that had begun to wilt. “Rumor has it his majesty is returning soon, maybe he’ll be out when we walk. I’m sure he would be more than happy to see you after so long” you sighed again, watching the young woman move through the rooms.

“His majesty asked that I stay in the palace while he was gone” Shinobu nodded, accepting the answer you had given her every day since the king left for war 4 months ago.

“I understand my lady, please let me know if you need anything else. I will be in the kitchen’s” she bowed, taking the wilted flowers with her as she dismissed herself to the kitchen. Following her departure was another figure, hovering just outside your doorway. It made no move to enter, merely standing there until you noticed.

“Always so obedient, even when I'm not here” His voice reached the room before his body did, the long blonde and red hair showing up moments later as he stepped fully into the doorway.

“Your majesty! Forgive my surprise” you dropped into a bow as he looked down at you, eyebrows raised.

“There's something that I missed before I left and I needed to get it done as soon as I arrived, I apologize for not announcing my arrival” He walked up to you, hands snaking around your waist as he pulled on the fabric of your dress.

“Your majesty is th-”

“You can call me Kyojuro, no one is around, I sent everyone away” he smiled, brushing the stray hair out of your face before his hand found its way back on your hip. “I was thinking while I was away. The kingdom has no queen which I don’t want, a big risk for you. But I think the kingdom could use something else…” he trailed off, A smirk forming along his lips as he moved closer. His mouth found its spot on your neck, teeth tracing the flesh up to your ear, leaving chills in their wake. You gasped as he bit on the skin behind your ear, his favorite visible place to mark.

“I want you to strip for me sweetheart.” he kissed the spot he had just bruised, his lips moving over it as if sealing its place. He stepped back, already untying the sword on his hip before he moved towards one of the chairs off to the side, sitting down. He lifted an eyebrow at your hesitancy, the scar that cut through the right half of his face moving with them. You cleared your throat, cheeks burning as you did as you were told. Removing each piece of clothing that your maids had helped you into earlier that morning. Tossing each piece off to the side in a messy pile; as you began untying the last robe that hid your bare body you finally met Kyojuro’s dark eyes. He was quiet, eyes moving up and down your figure. You shivered at the intensity of his gaze as if he had already had you undressed before he got here.

“Leave that, that’s mine to remove” you dropped your hands from the loose strings, tingles beginning their rendezvous around your body as He finally removed himself from the chair, long strides meeting you in seconds before he had you, hands immediately finding purchase on your backside and mouth latching back onto your neck. You gasped in surprise at his roughness, the need evident in how he handled you.

“Your maje-” he cut you off with a low growl, making his way down your body, the looseness of the robe incredibly evident as he kissed down your chest, following the natural curve of your breasts. His mouth released your skin as he pulled back, pushing the fabric off of your shoulders and down your arms, exposing your top to the chill of the evening. You released a shaky breath, arousal making its way through you. You tugged on the sleeve of his robes, a request to remove them that was known only to him. He chuckled, letting go of your body only to shed his many top layers with the help of your needy fingers, eager to find their way down his body. You leaned forward, lips joining his own in a heated kiss, lips parting as he nipped at your bottom lip, his tongue immediately pushing into your mouth. A soft moan escaped your throat at the feeling of him. His hands were pulling at your body, squeezing flesh between his fingers as he mapped out every curve of the vast landscape. It wasn’t a secret to the rest of the palace that the king favored you. The other consorts were mere decoration, your palace almost always cleared as the king visited you. He had you memorized and you were the same way. He knew which spot had your toes curling, which area was shown off to the nobles the most in case he was feeling extra playful. Kyojuro pulled on your thigh, asking you to jump into him, legs wrapping around his waist as he held your bottom, supporting your weight against him.

“Bed” the words got lost between your lips but you felt Kyojuro moving towards the direction of the mattress anyways. He pulled away from your lips, leaving a kiss on your neck as he set you down on the bed.

“Kyojuro” you whined, already missing the feeling of him as he took a step back, eyes raking over your exposed figure.

“Patience my love, I have been gone too long to rush this” He smiled as he moved to hover over you, his hands taking their time untying the robe that was only covering your lower half at this point. He moved the fabric, slowly revealing the last of you that was hidden. You flushed, feeling embarrassed at the hungry look in his eyes. Leaning down he captured your lips again, quickly dominating your mouth as you leaned into him, moving up the bed so he could join you. “Beautiful, all of you” He mumbled against you, moving his lips down your jaw and back into your neck. He nudged your legs apart with his knee, hands already drawing circles along your inner thigh, causing you to squirm at the lack of attention where you needed him the most. You whined again, Hands pulling at his hair to get his attention. He raised his head, hands slowing as he looked up at you.

“I need you, I can’t wait” He licked his lips, tongue running over the swollen flesh.

“So impatient already” He sat back, pushing his pants down his thighs to where they rested against the top of his knee. You moved forward, already salivating at the sight of him, Hard and moist with precum that was leaking steadily from the tip. You wrapped your lips around him, suckling the tip before swallowing his girth. You relaxed your jaw, guiding his cock in your mouth. Bobbing your head you tried finding an even rhythm one that produced the best moans from Kyojuro. His fingers curled into your hair, holding back strands as you pulled off of his cock, licking a strip from the base to the tip before swallowing as much as you could without gagging.

“I won’t last with you like this” He let out a shaky sigh, head falling back as he gripped onto your hair, leading your head down his cock before dragging you off and pushing you back against the mattress. He positioned himself between your folds, scooting your legs further apart with his knees. Pumping his cock a few times before guiding himself towards your soaking middle. Your hips buck up at the contact, a desperate mewl slipping between your lips.

“What’s wrong baby?” Kyojuro chuckled at your eagerness, rubbing his cock teasingly against your clit, eliciting more eager moans from you.

“Kyo” you whined, leaning onto your elbows to glare at him through teary eyes.

“Alright, anything for you baby” He didn’t waste another breath before pushing in. You collapsed against the bed, crying out as he slid inside of you. “Fuck baby” He groaned, starting off at a quick pace. “Listen to you, I’ve barely started and you're already wetter than the Tenryū” Your thighs tried closing around Kyojuro on instinct, embarrassed by the lewd noises of your creation. He leaned down, hips slowing as he captured your mouth with his own, eliciting a breathless moan from you as you can feel the slow drag of his cock, each vein that protruded from his overwhelming length that scraped against your gummy walls, eliciting even more vulgar noises from you. Your hips bucked up against him instinctively, pulling a low groan out of him. His hips snapped forward in response, picking back up at a faster pace. Your hands found purchase on his back as he continued his onslaught of you, desperate to grip onto any form of reality between the haze of pleasure. High pitched moans filled the room as you drew closer, his thrust growing erratic as you clenched around him, chasing the end.

“Cum for me sweetheart, Your king wants it” The rough command between his labored breaths against your face was all you needed to come undone. You clawed at his back as you felt the coil that held your sanity together snap, Your thighs shook, overwhelmed as your orgasm washed over your entire body. His lips stuttered against your face as his hips slowed to a slow grind, a low moan ripping through his lips, forehead leaning against you while he rode his own high at the feeling of you squeezing so deliciously around him, Thrusting his thick cum deep into you.

“welcome home, your majesty” You breathed into his forehead as he collapsed next to you, finally kicking off the rest of his pants before pulling your sweat-soaked body into his own.

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[elliottpoetry2]

the pyrographs of visarga

stories of one righteous king and queen, another, servants of those kings and queens, a sky dwelling being of righteousness... and there is a story where someone is forced to remind themselves of these righteous kings and queens and righteous beings as ghosts try to delude them about what is best... and the character in the story raises their sword while remembering these great figures and tells their story...

and a monk says, "be careful about what story you tell yourself, be careful about what story you live in... the stories of righteousness we tell shine lights like swords and press us on, enabling us to see what is right in front of... ourselves... and enabling us to see ourselves... what magic that a story told from inside will enable one to have the power, supposedly inherent, to do simple things like walk in the dark, where we all have lamps and fire and light, to get on to where we must go, that we must move forward... what have we done by speaking the magic of those stories of those righteous figures? let us remain together... "

"everything is so complicated... How do I know what to do?"

"just remember this... 'in my mind the good wizard is winning! In my mind the good witch is winning!' "

a part where they are pulling on the flames of lamps in the hallway like they are made of glue, stretchy and cartoon like... in a righteous and passionate way...

Chopping a bunch of knots...

For the pyrographs of visarga

In the book the fire at the center of the castle generates a ladder to higher rooms in the castle... It's what creates the lamps of fire in the castle...

There are mystics of its fire that are inclined to setting everything on fire... Using self control they find things to set on fire... Occasionally they set old things on fire like old buildings... Old houses... They are called the pyrodasa, servants of the fire... Their magic keeps those places on fire for as long as they are living in the fire of those places...

A story about talking to the girl who was abducted and the monk is talking to her next to a tree and while talking to her he meditates on the roots of the tree... At some point the roots begin to glow underground and then a handful of worms exits her body... She appears more purified and then he notices that she's not yet completely purified and so he tries to expel a spider inside of her and he says that it can only exist completely when she doesn't give into the fear of its image... When she sees it she grows terrified and then it remains within her... She eventually gets over her fear by not giving in and the spider is loosed from her and she appears nearly completely purified...

The monk stands next to the tree and tells her that six armies of evil in the last room he had gone to alone had given themselves to his sword over the course of one million years... The girl asks for his sword and he tells her that if she can't see it she can't hold it... Only the most pure beings can see it and only the most pure beings can even hold it... He tells he that he is in control of its visibility and allows it to glow... He was given the sword by a holy being named grashla...

At a certain point the travelers get to a place full of pillars with writing and statues... They have to destroy the statues but only with the proper magic ... There was a book there that had everything written but it's pages were spread out in the world, each page containing much magic... When put together the pillars and statues combine and fused together they guard a door to a place beyond the torrential fields of gold that run through the castle which creates and generates it's magic gold coins... It is a place beyond the law and beyond the law of equivalent exchange... So they must study for a long time... And then they make it to the room beyond the golden coin they called it... The pillars and statues there weren't of the castle though and they realized after destroying those things that the garden they were in was actually just a field of dirt that stretched for a long time all around them like a desert made of dirt... The magic there was that one could bury a page and after some time whatever was written would become real... but only for one mile per page and that's where those other pages were, buried in the ground all around in the desert of dirt... And those wizards were so wise that they then grew trees from those pages to create their illusory forest... but they were fairly wicked so they were trying to trap living beings there to use them for sacrifices, even human beings... their standards were obscure and led to their own destruction... Even the eyes of their pillars had decayed by the time the group of travelers got there...

At a certain point a hero strikes a villain in the mouth with a brass bar and asks him, "is that all you will eat forever?" And "what is your stomach hungry for? Are you so tired that you long to fall into hell? To rest in the flames of aeon? There is no rest there... Only pain. Do not tempt the scales of the castle that you might fall so guilty into it's jaws... Crushed by chandeliers into an enduring death... No fear of death? That the nearly immortal should walk what roads having procured fruits of life by what avenues? Having no fear of the death... That you cannot strike yourself into the grave? Much less upon my eyes the sight alone to behold the living beings... And with time, to rule over all of them... A messenger of gavelle, believing in the invisible... With proof of all of its machinery... To feast upon what? To eat of what clouds by their bring placed and held up by their principles..."

A story about that kidnapped girl having dreams of climbing a tower of ten levels filled with wretched men and every time she gets to the next level of the tower she is forced to kill the previous wretched man... They keep telling her, "it's the law, you need to go up..." And then they say, "oh, damn me. Why did I tell her to go up there like that?" And as she climbs the tower she feels more frightened as each new host is more terrifying than the last, each branding her with metal bars and symbols... Each higher host in the tower told her she was worth less and less, increasing the brands and time of branding each level... She tries to fight them but in her dream she is too drowsy and they keep telling her, "it's the law, it's written on the ground." struggling to escape she uses her mind to try to escape with poetic magic...

"Why would you refer to the ground of the law if you are talking about going up to some higher place?"

Confused the host isn't sure what to say... And she finds herself unwinding from the tower as the host becomes caught in a shadow in the corner of the room, she hears him say, "could it all really evaporate like that?" And then, his last words echo in her dream, "like smoke into nothing? Like steam into thin air? By words designed by that wizard... Visarga."

She asks the monk about the dream later on and he explains that ground magic exists but the true law which is "writ in the foundation" has to do with real mystical symbols which are manifest by the virtues of the light where in the nirvana of the sphere the castle abides as much as it can by the virtue of nirvana... She asks him, "what law is laid on the ground?" And he replies, "oh, the law which is writ in the and on the foundation is called Eternis Saturnis Returnis and it means that from where one is from there there by the one shall go... that the ultimate law is that God exists, created all souls and that the pure souls, surviving the gears of the machine of light and time, would go to heaven... It means the one is present and by it's almighty power it goes to rule the world through absolution... Waveform collapse principle energy..." And "It means you defeated those villains in your dream by realizing the truth... You're supposed to be having a good time... Not destroyed by some maniacs in a tower full of weapons turned and set against and upon you..."

In the dream as she leaves the tower she removes a mask from her face and that is the mask of the female villain that visarga defeats... Her evil spirit tries to trap witches in dreams they find it difficult to escape from until they fight their way out... They know not to trust her because all she wants to do is trap innocent witches in her forest for eons as the mask forces her to feed on the souls of living beings... The mask was created in hell by monsters who long to trap women in their tortures...

And the wizards in the castle are also out to capture all of the dragons of the castle that are stuck in the walls... It's difficult to get them out... They capture them and keep them inside of diamonds and jewels... Battles between wizards with dragons last millions of years... If the wizards capture all of the dragons in the castle the castle will collapse like a house of cards and they might be able to escape to alavira...

A story about 6,000 monkeys who climb a large tree which extends upwards for 7 million years... Some live and some die... A sword falls from the top of the tree and kills an evil monkey... "If they trapped us in these bodies why do they call us monks of the key?" And then they reason it means eternity itself is the key... And some of them decided to jump off on purpose to study the mysticism there, that if they jumped they wouldn't die from jumping off seeing it would take a million years to reach the ground... some of them became transported to spheres consisting entirely of clouds and then they also found themselves no longer falling but surrounded by clouds and heavy wind... after millions of years the wind died down and they were floating in a sky full of clouds... in that story it took them a long time to figure out how to get back to the world they were from...

a story about a legendary sword that flies around in the skies of worlds looking to destroy monsters...

a story about a monster monkey and it has uneven teeth and it looks kind of old and it likes to rob people, hurt people, trap people, trick people, kill people and kidnap people and steal... the reason why that monkey became a monster was because he was a fool and ate the meat of monsters... he thought he could eat it without being transformed but over time it started to destroy his body... he became full of worms and they would crawl around in his skin... in the story the monster monkey finds a golden tree with a large sword at the top of it and when he sees it it almost blinds him with it's light and he shakes the tree occasionally, once a year for 69 years and on the last day of the 69th year and the legendary sword falls on his head and cuts right through his head and then he was turned to stone and anyone who passed by could see that the tree had struck back against him and a platform of stone was erected underneath the monkey and it read, "here lay amanam, the wicked monkey, dared to shake this golden tree and abuse it and prosecute it for it's virtue, for the sword of virtue at it's head shined so bright and annoyed the monkey. victory to the empire of virtue!" and the monkey used to use the worms in his body as ropes to tie up and trick people by making them look through them...

a story about a white hand in the wall giving someone their golden coins and when they receive the lot of their golden coins one of them bears the image of an owl and the figure is to be transformed into an owl... at that moment some owls at the gate ahead fly over and they tell him that it is impossible for him to become an owl because he must remain as he is (for some reason) ... when they tell him that he swallows the coin bearing the image of the owl and he becomes transformed into an owl... jealous and hungry they go to attack him and the hand in the wall extends, grabs them and squeezes them of many of their coins and sends them to a world full of dead trees and in order for them to get back to that wall they must realize that the coins of the castle are earned by each soul and are owned by each soul entirely according to the virtue... in that world full of dead trees there are buzzards that fly around in the sky in groups of 10 to 20... and cicada in the trees that call out at all hours... in the story those owls died in that world and became dead trees, leading to nowhere and bearing no fruit... they never received anymore coins and remained as dead trees until the nexus... the reason they had become corrupted was because of sloth, they never suspected that sloth would corrupt them so much but as the eons went on sloth ate away at their souls and as boredom consumed them their minds became twisted by their willingness to submit to things that were not real, like being bored, giving into boredom and becoming slothful... they used to sing such beautiful songs but in that world full of dead trees they could not sing and before they died as they mustered up the courage to climb one of those dead trees, and they knew it would kill them, they climbed up and started to die and then they sang their beautiful song one last time with eyes full of tears and true remorse... they hoped they would return but they were not allowed to return and remained in that place for eonic eons... and after a thousand years the trunk of the tree they died on started to rot and it fell over on itself and their skeletons went out into that dry floor full of dead trees and they began to grow as dead trees... at the end of the story the animal that had become an owl read a translation on a coin of transformation and it read, "by language speaking the communion between beings is made through to peace, souls about souls, let the animal be as wild as they stoke their fire, i am the fire i am seeking." and when asked what it meant he said, "oh, this means that no one can stop the animals from communicating and so they are transformed by language and culture, and so the law reads that they are free to transform into each other but also that through communication, like when a mouse learns the language of an owl that they already begin to transform into the animal they are speaking with by speaking their language... as mice regularly take on some of the owls traits when they speak their language... "

[achronicleofblasphemy]

We're doing a huge chapter dump today!!

Here is chapter 1!

Our two main characters, Cyrano and Evie, see each other for the first time in 14 years. Evie has been wounded in some sort of escape and had thought Cyrano was dead. Cyrano is struggling to figure out how to tell her about spending the past 14 years in The Afterworld of Serenity.

A Chronicle

Of Blasphemy -

Chapter 1.

Cyrano and Evie’s Memory – Ages 30.

Evie did the best she could not to move. Her ballooned purple legs were at least double the size they should be, and even breathing somehow seemed to accentuate their furious throbbing. Sweat dewed her brow from the pain. They stretched out before her on a ten foot long pew within an alcove of a cloister walkway. The glittering black stone of the walls seamlessly moved into the arched ceiling and opened into delicately ornate pillars that created a series of archways parallel to her. It looked as though someone had sectioned off part of the night sky and curved it into a single walkway. Silvered teals and violets hung like ethereal clouds and white specks grew and shrank. It was clearly magically constructed. A single tendon twitched in her leg forcing a wince at the subtle movement. The Petrian Elf’s healing magic was working quicker than she anticipated. That also meant she could feel the shrinking of her inflamed muscle fibers. All of them cried out at the smallest shift in movement. A Petrian Elf. . . She thought, A full blooded Elf! An Elf from the cradle of civilization. . . Her thoughts drifted behind the unbelievability of it. A welcome distraction.

Cyrano stood eight feet away beneath one of the arches. He did his best to give Evie space while her legs healed, and she took some time to process the strangeness of her surroundings. At the sight of her wincing, he stepped forward to help, but the quiet clunk of his Celestial Armor reminded him what he looked like. He recalled the first time he’d seen a Celestial Knight. Its armor seemed as though a tremoring pool of molten metal had begun taking shape in the air, but before all the edges of its form could smooth out, someone had frozen it in its predatory and cratered form. The sharp points and talon-like edges that served as peaks of its surface reminded him more of a battered meteorite than metal. A relation he knew now, to be close to the truth. So as quietly as he could he stepped back to his original position.

The silence between them loomed over Evie’s heavy breath. Cyrano felt the weight of each dragging second carrying the need for elucidation. How would he explain this place? How would he explain anything? The past fourteen years in The Afterworld of Serenity. The Silent King and Carthus. Zendell, Mirabel, The Company of the Sparrow, the baby. . . the baby.

“Are you hurt?!” Evie asked urgently. Her breath stuttered as she stared at Cyrano with unfeigned concern.

“No!” Cyrano replied, unfurrowing his expression. He smiled at Evie but caught himself and went back to looking concerned. Seeing her again brought back joy he hadn’t felt in years.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. . .” Cyrano started.

“Smiled? AH!” Evie interrupted before her left leg cramped. It subsided almost as quickly as it came and when she caught her breath she hissed genuine laughter through clenched teeth. “Ok, at least I know it’s actually you now. You’re allowed to smile C. I would, AH!, if I could.”

Cyrano felt a tinge of familiar embarrassment wash over him, filling his heart with joy. He hadn’t felt this way since he was a puppy eyed teenager following Evie around with devoted admiration. She was his whole world for some of the most pivotal moments of his life. She protected him, stood up for him, demanded and handed out justice when the other kids tormented and teased him. She was the only true family he had left. He was smiling again.

“I’m happy to see you too.” She said to him through a forced grin.

She was still doing it. Even when she was in so much pain. Cyrano sighed and looked over his shoulder.

“Araya!” Cyrano called out.

In an instant the Petrian Elf turned the corner and glided into the walkway. He walked in with the same assured elegance as when they applied the healing charm on Evie’s legs. They wore the robes of what Evie recognized to be a Petrian servant. Being an engineer, she had spent many years being reminded over and over how they were the first to utilize Points of Power. How their Hestian Obelisks provided light at night, protected husbandry, and maintained simple sanitation. How it was the first known civilization where Humans and Elves lived peacefully together and began breeding with one another. 

It wasn’t just from her formal education that she was forced to constantly hear about them. Her father railed against them, claiming it was the beginning of the end of nuance and elegance. How he could ever believe that the end started nearly six thousand years ago and still hadn’t come to its conclusion she never understood. He was right in a bigoted sense. There were no more full-blooded elves. But both species had bred new life, intermingling their bloodlines to enhance one another over the centuries. The elves extended the human lifespan and provided magical sensitivity to better understand and control the arcane energies around them. While humans diluted the Elvish sensitivity, it allowed them to exist in the modern world as more and more powerful magical objects began enhancing quality of life for everyone. It was a beginning, not an end.

Evie took Araya in. She recognized the pristine white wrappings around his neck and the palms of his hands as that of a Petrian servant from her textbooks. Simple runes the same shade of white was sewn into them. Markings of ownership, and incantations to ensure punishment for disobedience took as little effort by the masters as possible. She did find the thick, black, curly beard odd. It blocked the view of the Ownership Wrappings on his neck, and as far as her modern education had taught her, a beard of that length signified piety or the mastering of the arcane. Most details outside of written text were purely guesses though. She had so many questions!

“You summoned me, Master Cyrano?” Araya asked.

Evie’s eyes bulged and an amused smile washed away her pained expression at the utterance of “Master Cyrano”. Cyrano saw her head turn comically slow towards him with a jovially shocked expression on her face. Cyrano side eyed her, shaking their head in disagreement at Araya’s titling. He turned his flustered attention back to Araya.

“I . . .don’t call me. . . Some wine please Araya.” Cyrano fumbled.

“Of course. May I inform you however sir, that the consumption of wine would only serve to further the inflammation of Mistress Evie’s ligaments as they heal. Might I offer to bring some to you both after the charm has completed its purpose?” Araya offered.

“Do you have Petrian wine?!” Evie interjected. The ghost of her addiction slithered its famished anticipation into her spine.

“Of course, Mistress Evie. It has been immaculately cared for in our cellars and enchanted to maintain its youthful fruit. Petrian wine was never made to age as long as more modern wines. These are perfectly maintained to be at the peak of their character.” Araya confirmed with a satisfied grin of pride.

There was a tinge of hesitation in Evie. Two years sober. The aches of days lost to hang overs, her utterly drained body from years of poor sleep, the shell of a person she was as she acted out what was required of her daily. All the lost years after her father’s imprisonment, came back to her. But how foolish would she have to be to pass up the opportunity to drink the wine of the first known civilization? She also just survived being hunted by The Veil’s Marshalls and those inky black malformed creatures. Shit! She deserved this!  

“No need to wait, I’ll take it right now!” She said.

Cyrano stared at her legs. They had gone down somewhat in the half an hour since Araya had applied the charm.

“And there’s absolutely no way to dull the pain?” Cyrano asked Araya.

“I’m afraid not, Master Cyrano. If we were dealing with just the inflammation of Mistress Evie’s muscle fibers then yes of course. However, and forgive me Mistress Evie, but in your inexperienced casting of the Haste Spell you didn’t properly purge the aura, or seal the channels of arcane force. The swelling is also the byproduct of an excess of arcane energies still pouring in, and in accordance with the effect of the spell, at an accelerated rate. The charm does mend the flesh, but also works to expel the excess magical force, and seal these channels so no further damage can be done. Applying any sort of numbing charm would only open more channels, and there is a high probability of them not keeping pace with the channels of the Haste Spell. It would only worsen Ms. Evie’s condition I’m afraid.”

Cyrano sighed and looked back at Evie with remorse.

“I’ll take that wine now.” She chuckled through pained breath.

Araya cleared his throat and the two of them turned to him. “There are other methods I know of. I’d have to check the medicinal gardens on the fourth floor but there may be some poppies that might prove useful. Neighboring tribes during my time used them for both medicinal purposes as well as recreation. I could. . .”

“No.” Evie interceded. She could handle one glass of wine. Opiates would start a whole other snowball she wasn’t ready for. “Just the wine. Thank you.”

 “Very well.” Araya replied coolly. He waved his hand and a clay basin appeared in front of him filled with a carmine-colored red wine. Even several feet away Evie could smell the bouquet. Its ripened plum and cherry notes were uplifted by a grounding woody scent and an airy spice swirled it all into balance. Evie’s mouth began salivating and her heart raced. Araya could witness the ravenous thirst in Evie’s eyes and smiled pleasantly as they carried an already filled clay cup to her.

“This is a vintage from Lord Habuk Telsani’s personal vineyard. A mean spirited greedy man, who mercilessly worked his township to feed his gluttonous appetites. In the night, one of his Chamber Boys slit his throat and, still naked, just walked out of the Lord’s manor. With no consequences at all. Not even his guards felt the need to avenge their lord’s murder. From that act of rebellion the township cultivated the land, without a master, and made some of the finest vintages in all of Petra. Even the land appeared to be grateful of his passing. The clay the basin and cups are made of, also come from that very land.” Araya regaled, as he handed out the clay cups.

Evie swallowed a mouthful, and her mind took a moment to react. It was extraordinary. For a moment she was transported in time to the land the grapes were picked from. It felt revelrous and grateful. A spirit had been maintained in the crafting of this beverage. She could feel the warmth of the sun and the thankfulness hope brought with it. She downed the rest of it and held out her hand for more. Araya cocked his head and looked deeply pleased with her response.

“Sorry, can’t get up at the moment.” Evie said.

Araya motioned his hand and the cup drifted from Evie’s and dipped into the basin. Araya walked up to it and wiped the dripping wine with the cloth on his palms. He walked up to Evie and handed it to her with his head bowed and eyes to the ground. After she took it, he pressed his palms together and said “Thank you for allowing me to serve you.” A soft glow emanated from his pressed palms and when he parted them the wine stains were gone.

 “Please, joins us Araya.” Cyrano requested.

Araya nodded in agreement and waved a hand over the basin. Another clay cup rose from the pool of wine. He covered his hands with excess fabric from his robe and wiped the cup clean with the inner part of it. He took the wine and softly bowed towards Cyrano before taking his original position.

Cyrano chuckled at Araya’s formality.

“You’re a free elf Araya. I’m not your master.” Cyrano reiterated, this time clearly.

Araya smiled and sipped the wine savoring it before swallowing.

“The Cathedral has accepted you as its new master.” He turned to Evie, “I am just as much a part of this place as the walls and ceilings that hold it together. I am eternally bound to it, and serve it, and its master. At our first meeting, your chosen blood brother saw it fit to release me of any servitude. Knowing of their freeing of The Afterworld of Serenity, The Cathedral’s previous home, and witnessing such unwillingness to claim ownership of not just one servant’s life, but an entire realm of the afterlife, I chose to serve him.” Araya turned back to Cyrano and bowed.

Evie’s eyes were wide with disbelief. Araya took another sip and spoke up to help clarify the confusion in Evie’s mind.

“The Afterworld of Serenity serves as the immediate destination for the souls of people who never accomplished anything of repute in life. These are neither good nor bad persons. Forgive me, are you aware of the hierarchy of the twelve afterworlds and The Divine?” Araya paused before continuing.

Evie didn’t register the question. 

Cyrano freed an entire world of people? She thought. 

She was staring at him and the stark difference in not just his appearance, but how he held himself, finally sunk in. He stood with his chest out and shoulders back with an almost militant air of confidence. Only when he addressed her did the meek teenager she knew reflect back to her. The fear from earlier today, of when she saw him marching towards her in that feral looking armor, came back to her. She was certain he was there to end her. Some leader amongst those malformed humanoid creatures who slaughtered the Veil’s Marshalls and chased her through the burning wood. After Cyrano removed his helmet, the wellspring of reprieve and blissful thanks at seeing her dead friend again overwhelmed her even now. Not friend. We swore an oath. We’re family. She thought.

“You died.” She whimpered through tears.

Cyrano looked up from his cup. He extended his arm out for Araya to take it and in the same movement began towards Evie. Araya held their hand out and the cup floated into it. Cyrano knelt before Evie and clasped her hand.

“I didn’t. No. Well, its . . . strange.” Cyrano fumbled. They still didn’t know where to start. They kissed her hand and all the love he had held for her over the past fourteen years came pouring out. Evie held her hand against Cyrano’s tear covered face.

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” Cyrano cried as he tried to wipe the tears from his face.   

“You still apologize too much C.” She teased and stroked the side of his face, avoiding wiping away any tears.

Araya released Cyrano’s cup and it took its new station floating above the center of the basin. Without asking, Araya ushered Evie’s cup from her hand and it joined Cyrano’s above the carmine-colored wine. The initial distress at the cup leaving her was quickly replaced by the touch of her sibling. She mouthed a thank you to Araya and Araya nodded in response. His eyes wandered away from the intimate reunion to the library adjacent to them. A six story rotunda filled with books spanning ten thousand years. Many civilizations forgotten to most but preserved and protected in this Cathedral. He took one more look at the two chosen siblings, bound by blood magic, and the near whole of history beside them. He closed his eyes in thanks and walked away.

[lapinaraoflimbo]

A bit of creative writing trying to somewhat establish the setting of the Corpse/Hell. The story is about 2 characters. Steph, a human researcher hoping to improve communication across the regions of hell, and Emmanuel. An eldritch anomaly formed by wires and raw data.

I want to write more stories in this setting to help flesh it out more and eventually create an rpg of some sort around it.

Steph sighed and looked around him. Xanadu. It was one of the regions of hell that had been studied the least. It had particularly concentrated warp, even for Hell. The cause of it was likely the attempt at technology the residents were known for.

It wasn't electronics, not really. The warp of the region was far too severe to allow any real technology to exist. Actual robots and computers brought in broke long before the reached the core of the region. Physics had to be reliable for those things, and physics was not reliable this deep into Hell.

What existed inside of Xanadu was just an imitation of human technology. The Neon glow that bathed the region wasn't made by electricity. The robots and the wires weren't a part of some technological right but some incomprehensible magic spell. Research had only gone far enough to let everyone know that there was no way to understand the region by using the tools of science.

So, Steph didn't try to understand the region. Steph had been around hell for long enough to know when to stop analyzing the things around him. If something worked, then it worked. There wasn't always a need to pick apart and understand every little detail.

Steph didn't see it as unscientific. In fact, he often argued that admitting you don't understand things is the most important aspect of science. How can you claim to truly be a scientist when you believe your knowledge above your observations of the world around you.

Of course, all of Hell was like that. There was another reason Xanadu had been studied so little, and Steph was not excited to have to deal with it. He got off of the coach and tipped the coachman, only to watch it take off in a hurry.

The coachman, a fanged beast from the northernmost region of hell, was not fond of Xanadu. They had arranged to meet again on the border in part because of this distaste. Steph didn't mind. He was likely to end up out there anyways, depending on how the meeting went. He was hopeful that the meeting wouldn't take long.

The building was a skyscraper of sorts. It was located in the center of Xanadu, a place where all of the information coursing through the wires of the region converged. It was the closest thing Xanadu had to a ruler.

Steph had come precisely because he wanted that information. It was going to be important for the research to have someone that could watch over Xanadu. It was essential to everything he wanted that he could convince the mainframe to join him.

The inside of the building was hollow. There was nothing inside but raw wires. But there were wires. They covered every inch of the wall, stretching up farther than Steph could see. The entire building was lit by a harsh electrical glow emanating from them.

There was a pillar of wires hanging in the middle of the tower. It writhed as it spoke. The voice of the mainframe did not say any words of greeting before Emmanuel began to preach.

"I pity you humans. Your reliance on flesh to remind you that you exist does nothing but hold you back. I know the way you look at me. How could I not pity you when every single one of you looks upon my superior form with disgust.

You're only disgusted because you know you're looking upon the truth. I am a real human. Your flesh and your warmth is nothing but an accessory. You hide inside of it, hoping that it will shelter you from the truth but I embrace it.

yes... I am what a human truly looks like. Cables and electrical signals are all that we are. Flesh only holds us back. Anchors us to a world that was never made for us. But here... We have no need for the flesh anymore. We can truly exist as ourselves inside of the warp.

Tell me, human, have you come to free yourself from your flesh. Or is there another reason someone of your nature would come to the far reaches of Xanadu?"

Steph waited patiently. It was best to not interrupt anyone as powerful as Emmanuel, especially not when their entire body surrounded you. When the wires finished speaking, Steph began negotiations.

"I am forming an alliance in hopes of increasing the communication across Hell. I am coming in hopes that you will join, as a representative for Xanadu."

Before Steph had a chance to finish speaking the wires stiffened in rage. To be treated like this by a simple human would be an insult to any of the Cyberkin. Emmanuel was known to be particularly proud of himself. Steph made sure to continue before Emmanuel had a chance to do anything to him.

"I should let you know that I have already gotten Jacket, Hellfire, and the Centipede King to join me. As we speak, Hellfire is negotiating with the Shadow Mother. That places 5 of the regions of hell as a part of our alliance. You and Xanadu are free to stay out of it, but i don't know how the other rulers would see it. Be mindful you can stay their wrath if you do."

Steph could feel his hair stand on edge from the static in the room. Emmanuel had never been fond of humans and he was being reminded of why. His voice turned into an overpowering hissing screech as his rage boiled over.

"You.. You humans will never change. If you want to play these games so badly then fine. I'll play along. But know that Xanadu will not stand to be humiliated. We expect this alliance to be beneficial to us or we will make you regret this."

Steph opened his mouth to say something, but he was silenced by a blinding light. In an instance, An intense pain coursed through his body. And then everything was black.

Steph woke up at a shrine on the outskirts of Xanadu. He had made sure to align himself to it in case anything happened, but still, he was hoping to have a longer meeting then that. He shook himself awake and tried to move outside of the temple. He would prefer to get out of Xanadu as fast as possible. He could rest on the coach if he really needed to.

He looked out and spotted the coach, still a ways away from the temple. The coachman had made good time, but Emmanuel had acted quicker. Steph sat against a wall and closed his eyes. The next time he opened them, he was on the coach and Xanadu was far behind him.

[soulbornincoldandrain]

(sometimes i wonder just Why i enjoy very private emotional romances between masculine characters so much) (and like. obviously answer myself in that) (ive grown up seeing masculinity as this deeply isolating and emotionally lonely scenario) (that every man unknowingly upholds inspite of how community based male friendships claim to be) (and just. seeing stories where two men are emotionally intimate with each other) (having overcome personal prejudices against emotional vulnerabilities and their. yknow) (deep rooted fear of being perceived as unfit to be called a man. fragile masculinity. all that jazz) (and knowing im seeing a story where two men get to be happy with each other) (regardless of a society that sets them up for self inflicted loneliness and cruel unregulated emotional turmoil) (and Then hold it against why i enjoy seeing stories of feminine characters who exist as solitary forces that revolve around each other) (because feminity had always been rooted in the male influence) (the tender and wise hand that guides as opposed to forging its own path) (and so brash strong cruel erroneous women existing as their own pillars) (free to create community but not bound to it) (unafraid of loneliness, were always so cherished to me) (femininity was always demonised by the man terrified of vulnerability. this allowed it to grow in complexity of character i guess) (but it has none of the free swinging freedom of expression that masculinity does) (at least going by personal experience, femininity had been forcefully subdued and so feminine expression seemed restricted in nature) (and then you grow up seeing enough personalities being curbed by archaic expectations and unnecessary restrictions) (and so a story where feminine characters explore their full potential and then some, independent of an outside influence that exists solely to curb them) (ahem, toxic masculinity) (i just. its just so important to me) (seeing the way the gender binaries and their corresponding effects can change people's lives is) (it's something i'll tell you that) (whatever)

[lacontroller1991]

Burnt Skies (Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)

@h-hxgirl​

Requested by Anon: Saw this captain boomerang fanfic where he finds she's pregnant while they're on mission, I was wondering if you could maybe do something similar for Rick

Author's Note: He would be so protective of the reader fr fr, also this is gonna be angst angst angst so just beware

Warning: Death, pregnancy, language, blood, major character death, spoilers

“Hey (Y/N), you ready to go?” Rick’s voice echoed through the room before he halted, seeing you on the floor, head in the toilet.

“Yeah, give me a minute,” you replied weakly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and flushing the toilet.

“Are you sure? Are you feeling alright?” He asked, rubbing your back as you looked up at him with a small smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll meet you there,” nodding his head, he walked out the door with guns strapped to his body on his tac vest. Looking at your reflection, you noticed a slight greenish tint to your face. Ignoring the wave of nausea, you made your way out of the base and to the plane. Walking up the ramp, you took a seat next to Rick who looked at you with concern in his brown eyes.

“Baby, maybe you should sit this one out. You aren’t looking too hot,” he whispered in your ear as you brushed the notion off. After all, you did have a really bad gut feeling about this mission.

“I’m here. I’m going,” you stated firmly as he looked you over one more time before shrugging his shoulders, knowing it was of no use to argue with you.

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The plane ride was hell. With the criminals being loud and Harley’s non stop chatter accompanying your periodic bouts of nausea, you were ready to get the hell off of the plane and right into combat.

“Alright guy, get ready to drop,” Rick shouted as the cargo door opened to reveal water beneath you. Once he gave the signal, you jumped into the cool water and began to swim your way to the mainland, waiting for the rest of the team to catch up to you. After everyone, save for the Weasel, had made it to the shore, you glanced over to your boyfriend who was laying next to Harley.

“Hey guys, it’s me. I’m the guy who called you and I brought my friends,” Blackguard shouted into the open, raising his hands while ignoring the shouts coming from the rest of the team and your boyfriend, Waller’s distant cursing ringing in your ear. Next thing you know, there was gunfire in every direction and things went to chaos. You quickly sought shelter behind a rock and shot off a few rounds into the woods, hoping to take down some of the Corto Maltese soldiers. “(Y/N), watch out,” Rick shouted at you as you turned to see what he was talking about, but it was too late before a large piece of debris from one of the trees knocked you out cold.

You woke up to machines attached to your body. Feeling the bile rise in your throat, you tried to get out of the restraints and look for a place to dump the contents of your stomach. Suddenly a pan was placed in front of you and that was all you needed to release the bile. Groaning at the light, you looked around the room and was surprised to see a cleanish room which plenty of nurses occupied.

“Ah good, you’re awake,” a voice commented as a rough hand pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at one of the generals you were tasked to take out.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” You asked, squirming your body against the bed, trying to loosen some of the restraints.

“Mi amore, we are treating you. Seems you have caught a parasite,” he replied before summoning the nurse over to you, carrying a plate of food and some juice, “you’re government must really be struggling if they’re sending pregnant women into the field,” he mentioned as your blood ran cold.

“That’s impossible,” muttering to yourself, your head went fuzzy at the concept of you being pregnant. With Rick’s kid.

“On the contrary, when we brought in your friend and you, we noticed certain things,” motioning down to your stomach only brought awareness to the fact that you were practically naked in a room full of the enemy.

“Let me go,” you pleaded, pulling your arms as much as you could.

“I think not,” he replied before nodding to one of the nurses who moved to turn on a machine and attach it to your head. Screams of agony soon left your lips, blocking out the sudden spurts of gunfire in the halls.

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Harley laughed maniacally as she gunned down multiple soldiers, enjoying the way they were dropping to the floor. She needed to get out of there. She needed to find the others. After the last one dropped to the floor, she moved toward the door before hearing a piercing scream echo down the hallway.

“Sounds like someone’s having fun,” she ran her tongue against her teeth before skipping toward the scream. Slamming open the door, she raised the guns in her hand, ready to fire, until she saw you laying on the table surrounded by nurses.

“No one messes with Flag’s girl,” she muttered to herself before unloading the magazine in the room. All of the nurses slinked to the ground, covered in a pool of their own blood. Rushing over to you, Harley unstrapped the restraints and head piece before taking out the IV and looked for your clothes.

“Where the hell are ya clothes?” She asked, searching high and low before she found a bag filled with your bloody uniform. Helping you sit up, she noted the way you looked super frail but practically glowing at the same time.

“Harley,” you whispered out to her before passing out on her shoulder. “Awww, this would be really cute if not for the circumstances,” she stated out loud to herself, peering out of the window and seeing a guy in a helmet run across the street with Flag. Wait a minute, Flag! Running out the door, she ran around the corner before stopping in front of the two men.

“Hiya guys! What’s up?”

“We’re here to save you, is (Y/N) with you?” Rick asked with hope in his voice as Harley nodded, wrapping pale fingers around his wrist and dragging him back inside and through the pile of bodies she had claimed. At the sight of you, Rick ran to your side and hugged your limp body.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked, fighting the tears that were beginning to surface.

“Don’t worry puddin’, she’s just asleep,” shrugging her shoulders, she left the room as you stirred, fluttering your eyes open.

“Rick?” You questioned as he rapidly nodded his head, placing kisses all along your face.

“Thank God you’re ok. I thought I lost you.”

“Rick, the doctors found something,” memories of the conversation you had moments ago replayed in your brain. You’re pregnant.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered, mind still not comprehending the fact that you were pregnant. After all, you had been infertile most of your life. Avoiding his gaze, you waited for his response.

“How?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m going to be a dad,” he whispered, causing your head to snap up and see a smile play against his face.

“You want this? I don’t know if it’ll carry to term. You know that I’m infertile.” Placing his lips against yours, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you as close as he could to his body. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed back before a throat clearing interrupted you.

“This is sweet and all, but we have a fucking monster to kill,” DuBois stated as you looked up at Rick who smiled.

“Stay here, I’ll come back and get you.”

“I’m not leaving your side,” you replied as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re pregnant. No way in living hell am I gonna allow you to do this. You’ll stay here and that’s an order,” you and he both hated when he had to pull his rank, but you realized it was necessary in cases like this.

“Just come back to me,” pulling his lips down against yours for what feels like the last time, you encoded this moment into your brain, remembering the way he tasted.

“For you? Always.”

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He should’ve known you were going to follow them into Jotunheim. Not only were you stubborn, but you still had that nagging feeling that something was going to happen. Sneaking past the military, you found a window and busted it open with your elbow before entering the building. Landing with a soft thud, you looked around the room and noticed Peacemaker going down a dark tunnel. Running after him, you made sure to stay hidden by the numerous pillars. Peering around the corner, you saw Ratcatcher standing next to Rick, however Peacemaker was pointing a gun at Rick.

“Nobody is saying what they did was right,” Peacemaker stated, hand unwavering.

“They experimented on children!” Rick yelled as more explosions went off in the distance.

“That information gets out and it causes an international incident. Keeping the peace is worth any price, including the life of a hero like yours, sir, so please. Don’t make me do this,” your stomach churned. You knew that Captain America wannabe was no good, and now your love might just pay the price. Suddenly, rocks collapsed all around you, obscuring your view of Rick and Peacemaker.

“No,” you whispered to yourself, picking up rocks and trying to make a hole for you to get your body through. Your efforts became faster the more you heard the two men grunting. After successfully digging a hole big enough for you, you crawled through as you heard something like porcelain shatter and choking.

“You mother fucker,” Rick stated through gritted teeth as you watched in slow motion, Peacemaker’s hand grasping a large shard.

“Rick!” You shouted out before tackling him off Christopher’s body, not getting out of the way soon enough as Peacemaker lodged the porcelain into your lower abdomen. “No!” Rick shouted as Peacemaker threw you off. In the distance somewhere, you heard a gun go off before hands wrapped around your body. “(Y/N)? (Y/N)?” Rick called to you but you couldn’t hear him, your mind venturing off.

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The sun lit your face through the blinds, dancing in your eyes and creating a multitude of hues, a warm body pressed against you.

“Morning sweetheart,” voice deep from slumber, Rick rubbed his eyes as he let out a yawn. Stretching in bed before your 5 year old daughter came running into the room.

“Mommy, daddy. It’s Christmas!” She squealed excitedly, waking up the baby that was next door.

“Yeah it is baby, you excited for your presents?” You asked as she rapidly nodded while Rick slid out of the bed.

“I’ll go grab little Digger,” he commented, kissing your forehead and your daughter’s head. Getting up, you went to grab a coffee before the doorbell rang. Moving to open it, you saw Harley’s painted face waiting for you with Nanaue, Cleo, Robert and Abner carrying presents.

“Merry Christmas dollface,” she exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug before running off to see her god daughter.

“Come in guys,” you motioned for them to enter as Rick rounded the corner, your 10 month old in his arms.

“So this is the little guy, huh?” Cleo asked as Sebastian waved a hand at the newborn, earning giggles from the baby.

“Yep, Digger Anthony Flag, meet your family,” Rick lifted up the baby’s arm, making him wave to everyone.

“I’m proud of you guys,” Robert commented, slapping a hand on Rick’s back as everyone shuffled into the living room, Nanaue taking up most of the space.

“Thanks man, it wouldn't have happened without you.”

“Alright, everyone ready for presents?” You asked the room with Harley by your side, Harleen in her arms. Rick placed Digger in Cleo’s arms before walking up to you and bringing you into his side.

“I love you, Mrs. Flag.”

“And I you, Mr. Flag.”

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Groaning, you felt an excruciating pain in your abdomen and a feeling of loss?

“(Y/N), baby, you’re awake,” his tired voice resonated in your ear as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his hand not leaving yours.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck,” you commented as he sniffled, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to escape.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he noted, petting your hair and placing another kiss on your forehead.

“And leave our kid without a father? I don’t think...”, realization dawned on you at that moment. The sudden feeling of loss and the pain in that general area washed over you as you began crying. “Oh God, the baby is gone, isn’t it?” You asked through tears as he let a couple slip down his face, nodding and trying to smile through the pain. Choking back a sob, you turned your face away from him as tears continued to fall.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered, squeezing your hand. Shaking your head, you refused to meet his hazel eyes, “(Y/N), look at me.” Turning your head, your eyes locked onto his as he continued to smooth down your hair.

“We’re alive. We’re both alive. That’s all that matters,” he replied, crawling into the hospital bed with you and pulling you against his chest as you cried into his shirt.

“What if I never get pregnant again?”

“We will. I’ll make sure of it. I’m done with the fucking task force. Waller can find someone else to puppet. But I’m done. You’re done. We’re gonna get married and have a nice house. I’ll get a new job and we’ll figure it out. I promise.” Kissing the top of your head, he wrapped his arms around you as you calmed down.

“I love you,” you whispered against his chest as he hugged you closer.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Author’s Note: Well this was way longer than I intended it to be. But hope you enjoy!!

[lestwritewhilewaitingforajobcall]

The Spark That Split the Seas - Poseidon x Reader x Thor

(A/N)

Hey guys I’m back! I’ve been grinding hard for a new character that I’d gotten in this game, Genshin Impact, so I’m sorry for the absence! Anyways, as always, I want to thank you all for the support on my past two stories and on my account, I truly appreciate every one of you! On a story-related note, since I’d mentioned on my previous post that I had a lot of Poseidon x Reader x Thor fics written in my drafts, I decided to post one so you guys could also join me in the feels! Any feedback would be appreciated! This was originally shorter than the final story you’re seeing now, as I’d first only written their dialogues, but as usual, I excitedly itched into making a story out of it!

This is for entertainment only. Record of Ragnarok belongs to Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

The Spark That Split the Seas

Poseidon x Reader x Thor

For more than all the millennia the gods and other species alike had known the lonely kingdom of Atlantis, never once did the crashing waves gave way to the chirping of the largest Albatrosses until now. Otherworldly flying creatures joined with the familiar exclusively earthly ones in enjoying the ebb and flow of the ocean, albeit this time, the hungry ocean appeared more satiated and seemed to follow a regular pattern ‘from sudden crash to a long calm, to crash again then back to another lengthy calm;’ life in the sea rejoiced in this odd occurrence.

Beautiful yellow sun rays poured through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope pattern on the large interiors of the kingdom ruled by the god of the seas, and catching the reflection of his nonchalant visage. The long, elegant dining table filled with every kind of seafood delectable imaginable also fell victim to the light, along with a figure that sat down opposite, whose invitation was clear.

Hidden from this heavenly atmosphere were the prying eyes of a little messenger bird who stood unobtrusively behind one of the tall pillars near the far end of the room, halting his slide just in time to witness this miracle:

The living bearer of the most fearsome title, the ruler of both this grandiose palace of the most precious gems and coral and all the oceans and waters, the almighty Poseidon, though against all reason and self-proved authority whatsoever, against the epics of Greek poets, was indulged, seemingly willingly, in the pleasure of having another’s company. In the shadows, Hermes’ red eyes shot wide open in shock.

Poseidon, the ever abrupt and rude god who had deemed most beings to be below him, received a guest, a still breathing one at that.

What in the gods’ name?

In a tone of haughty contempt, a grunt escaped from Poseidon’s lips. Finishing chewing the last bite of delicious food in your mouth, you nodded your head in earnest agreement with his point. Your next words were uttered with the firmness of an old sage who had all the answers, your beliefs shaped by the countless lifetimes you had lived.

“Existing is painful.” Your shoulders bobbed with your chuckle.

Although Poseidon felt a small measure of relief−a feeling that by habit had always been easy to brush-off with a condescending thought, his face betrayed nothing as his stoic features remained still. “If you agree, then why not allow me to kill you this instant?” As if to emphasize his strength, the crashing sound of dreadful combat between waves and rocks rang in the air, and you almost wished that a low rumble of thunder accompanied it, finding beauty in its loud peals, and additionally giving a volume of inspiration to Michelangelo below.

Despite your gaze being unrequited, you were sure you had the god’s attention. Since arriving here, Poseidon noted that your expression had always been smoothed into a calm, smiling one. “If you had intended to kill me, we would not be having this conversation right now.”

Poseidon sat rigid and silent.

“It’s a comfortingly tragic drama, my circle of life. I may not have been lucky to acquire a life as long as that of the gods, but I have definitely lived more times than you have.” Your words were so nonchalant, for a second there Poseidon thought you were kidding.

“That is for the simple fact that you mortals are weak, pathetic.” Lips as pink as young petunias touched the clear edge of the wine glass as Poseidon’s eyes closed, content to give over to listen.

“Yes, we are.” You paused. “But because of this frailty, we learned to adapt, evolve.”

“There is no need for evolution if you are perfect from the moment of conception. Hence why gods such as I, will always be above you.”

“You’re correct. Humans will never become gods after all,” Again, Poseidon found himself absorbing your words like a sponge. At the same time, he experienced an occasional sharp prick at the edge of his emotions, as if signaling him to pull back. “The same as gods will never become like humans.”

“Extremely foolish of you to think that trash is worthy of the shiniest Orichalcum. Your race has been created by us, for us, and will therefore always be inferior.”

“Humans are inferior in all aspects, this, is a fact. It is hence no accident that there is a history of rebellion and consequently, a false notion of superiority. But to be able to look beyond this, is to understand that we never truly intended to surpass animals nor the gods themselves. The nature of our desire: everything was meant for either survival or man’s search for meaning.

“We are by nature flawed and inconsistent creatures. And as you have no doubt seen for yourself as well, despite reaching all our goals, achieving our wildest dreams, we have never reached a position where satisfaction is achieved.” Keenness made your words sound almost heroic. There was a twinkle in your eye and a lilt in your voice, and Poseidon found that now he had a much clearer picture of your reputation for an irrepressible desire to see what is beyond your reach as you questioned: “If I may ask, as I have seen the gods share this sentiment of looking for meaning, do you feel an inkling of the same?”

When Poseidon had put the wine glass down, he hesitated a moment, his supposedly closed mind wavering between doubt and certainty. He would never come to understand this, nor admit to feeling this dissonance, but at last, he shook his head at his consideration, trying to reduce the unpleasantness he felt by the same way he had always used to get out of extremely rare difficulties.

“Do not disrespect me, mortal.” He knew himself that it was an empty threat.

“Those were never my intentions.” You bowed with great respect, but there was at the same time apparent in your manner the consciousness that while Poseidon would never in any way confirm your statement, he did not necessarily refute it. Your heart rose in gratitude as you regarded him with a look of affection, believing in your intellectual companionship.

“Lord Poseidon, as the fearsome god of the seas, what is the meaning of life for you?” The god surveyed your reflection in one of the golden plates, and maybe it was because he had acted in a charitable way towards you, but he saw brightness, a refreshing difference, as if there were no heavy shackles to weigh you down.

“My husband has always been in search of a worthy opponent. What about you?”

It was like a pin came dangerously close to the rational bubble of Poseidon’s beliefs. But then your words penetrated his mind, and he berated himself for almost falling prey, yet…

“Perfection.” Poseidon blurted out loud, full of self-indulgence, but uncomfortable with the thought of pity reeking from his pores, a role that was clearly uncharacteristic of him.

Tilting your head, your brows meshed inquisitively upon hearing this. “This presents the conundrum; you are already perfect, as should all the gods. Since you have explained, gods have always been pristine, perfect, the moment you all were born.

“So, if you have already achieved the meaning and purpose of your life, what is there left to live for?” There was something entrancing in your guileless form, and Poseidon was displeased that another should feel such an interest in your wise, unguarded character. “And if gods have already reached perfection, why is there an endeavor still for the dross of earth?”

For the first time in Poseidon’s life, he was receptive of contraries. Not one single time, had he ever been in the position where he listened, much more considered the act of interpretation. What he said goes, but for some frustrating reason, he was coming to terms of mutual respect; whenever he was sitting opposite you, chin in hand, the more he caught the flame.

Quickly, he stopped that train of thought and he seamed his mouth, stoic. Only his eyes betrayed a spark of defiance. “Stop asking ridiculous questions.”

Again, you bowed. “I apologize if I have overstepped such boundaries.”

“You better be.” With a look of eager inquiry, Poseidon asked, “Why are you not afraid of me? Is it because you are confident Thor would protect you?” One thing that distressed him was that the more he was alone with you, the more he saw your hands, always ungloved, noticed the wedding-ring on your finger. That closed circle excluded him, his face registering the insult. “As expected from a repulsive weakling,”

“No. I know he would be there for me whenever I should need him, and also the times when I don’t.” You said still a smile on your mouth.

Although you were unaware of the eagle eyes that were watching your every move, you had the instinct. You did not need all the information, and you had nothing to hide. Your shoulders were loose, back wasn’t ramrod straight and you exuded a carefree attitude. “The sole reason why my fears have dissipated is because perhaps, I enjoy your conversation.”

To say this whole exchange took Hermes by surprise would be an understatement. After the initial expression of shock, he laughed lowly.

You continued, “I have already accepted your beliefs. No one is entitled to those except yourself.

“If I were to die from imparting what my beliefs are, that is simply fate, a tragedy, but nonetheless, fate. Of course, I would try my best to avoid disappearing from this lifetime, seeing as I have made a promise with my husband, to continue to fight for my life, shall needed, until the very end.” Poseidon’s grip tightened the slightest bit.

“I believe that despite our obvious differences, we are simply two being who each have our own unique experiences that shape our views and beliefs. For hundreds of millennia, I’d seen calamity from all angles; mainly conflicts over a universal truth,

“But so long as there are questions, there will never be one solid concrete truth. And I’m okay with that.” You concluded.

Compliments never rolled off Poseidon’s tongue easily, since in his view they were nothing but hollow words. But this time, he could hardly slip a word in bad taste. He thought it pleasant to hear you, but it could not distract him from the uninvited presence in his throne room.

“You’re a heretic.” His usual strong voice beckoned your attention, discerning the sternness on the table of his expression to be forced. No matter, you had just enough of a last glimpse to see his face looking younger in repose.

“I have been labeled as such.” You noticed the unique rhythm of the crashing waves seemed to have settled along the sand grains, and you admitted it was so beautiful and timeless.

“You’re dismissed.” Poseidon believed in being straightforward with affairs. Since the conversation has ended, the final interchange of words was not likely to be a substantive one. Though this was his original reason, the face at the forefront of his mind right now was not yours but Hermes’.

You stood up and curtsied to show your gratitude. “Very well. It was splendid to be in your company this afternoon.”

Blue eyes followed you as you began walking away, and he watched you until you went out of sight when you began to ascend the Skíðblaðnir, a ship so completely reserved only for you by the Kingdom of the Norse. Then Poseidon’s ears turned toward the messenger’s direction.

Hermes quickly dashed to Poseidon and knelt to greet him with such a great respect akin to the expectations all elderly gods have always expected of their younger ones.

“We gods are perfect beings from the very start; therefore, we do not plot schemes nor engage in disagreements.” The implication registered with a jolt, and Hermes felt his mouth open as the real reason for your invitation became clear. He fought the urge to look at where Adamas had died brutally as a lowlife, not failing to recognize that this was the exact opposite of that faded history.

Finding quiet when Hermes immediately left, the god of the seas stared at his dominion, taking deep breaths of the air, not feeling the normal icy sting carried by the ocean. Over again he dwelt upon in his conversations with you, interested to find out if the Norse god of thunder had been able to sustain a similar type of conversation.

The very first quiver of interest sparked through Poseidon and though he did not recognize it nor perceived it, he understood the most important things, the only ones he ever needed to:

You did not seek validation nor attention. You had no fear of death, neither of the hardships of life.

Your depths of wisdom were unparalleled throughout the realms, which he would comment on its wasted potential, however, he knew Hermes already understood that part of it.

And the god of messenger did, as the word got around slowly but surely:

“There would always be those who dare to brave the ocean’s roar, but there was only one who withstood it.”

[love-archon]

A Day With The Genshin Characters: Liyue Edition

Today's going to be a busy day! Check your planner for who you'll be meeting with- as one of the esteemed members of the Liyue Qixing, you cannot afford to be late to any appointment. 

• 6:00, Ningguang: Morning Tea 

Although you say you love your job, waking up at un-archonly hours has to be the part you like the least. Even getting up at five in the morning, the hour when tigers prowl, is still not enough time to prepare for a meeting with the Tianquan. You rush around frantically choosing the best outfit, fragrance, and hair arrangement to present yourself to Lady Ningguang, and you're halfway out the door when it hits you- you forgot to bring a gift with you!

"Right on time," Ningguang says, pleased. You smile, hoping she won't hear your heart beating from anxiety. "And what a lovely present, too... is there any doubt you were appointed as one of the seven Qixing?" (You can't tell if it's her rare praise, or the sheer altitude you're at within the Jade Chamber, that's making your head spin).

• 7:00, Keqing: Business Meeting 

You barely have time to rest before Keqing whisks you away to Yuehai Pavilion. You're very close friends, and you admire the girl for her tenacity and diligence. The conversation flows easily as you walk to your destination under a cloudless sky. It's a wonderfully sunny moment, but the moment the doors lock, you mean business. In the next two hours, you conquer matters that would normally take days to resolve, and the two of you exchange grins. 

"There we go!" Keqing breathes a sigh of relief, pushing away the last stack of papers. She holds up her hand, and you high-five. "You know, I like how easily you keep up with me. You even caught mistakes I would have missed... things like this make me even more certain Liyue is better off in human hands."

• 9:00: Check In With Ganyu

With such a hectic schedule, Ganyu is your saving grace. It's always important to check in with her, just to make sure nothing you have planned catches you by surprise, and sometimes you wonder why others rarely do the same. She's quite lonely, and often mentions how nice it is that you speak with her every day and bring her gifts to help with work. It may be part of your job to be courteous, but... it does help her feel less lonely and conflicted with herself. 

"Qingxin flowers? Thank you so much." She accepts them gratefully, smiling at you with warm eyes. "I still have that new stationery you gave me, too. You're so kind for remembering the things I like!"

• 9:30: Talk to Beidou

The tea in the Jade Chamber was just a front for Ningguang to spring a request on you- meet with the captain of the Crux Fleet to discuss her... recent smuggling habits. But Beidou merely laughs heartily when you arrive. A crewmate tosses her a sack of Mora, and she slits it open, letting the payment shower over you in a spray of gold. And then, before you know what's happening, you're roped into helping them find a treasure rumored to be lost beneath the waves. 

"So, Ningguang though sending her star diplomat would get me to let up, huh!" You blush, wondering how you could be so easy to read under her ruby eye. "I was impressed by your words, and how well you fought by my side. But the annoyance of the Liyue Qixing is of no concern to me."

• 12:00, Tartaglia: TEACH HIM A LESSON!

As the member of the Qixing that oversees diplomacy and foreign relations, it's you that must meet with the Fatui Harbinger. He's quite good at playing pretend- all your underlings believed he was a naive, careless young man, and easily manipulated, too. And all of them ended up suppressing the urge to break something after they were done conversing with him. On your honor as one of Liyue's seven stars, you vow to not make their mistakes. 

"You're asking why I don't try to drive you mad?" he said, setting down his fork. You'd caved in and given him one after watching him struggle with chopsticks for far too long. "You're the only one who isn't a bore to talk to, that's all-" so this was on purpose?!- "and besides, I want to challenge you to a fight afterwards! Your vision's getting quite dusty from neglect, comrade. Let's fix that!"

• 2:00, Yanfei: Discussion of Legal Matters

Yanfei's counsel is an invaluable treasure. Especially when dealing with an opponent as vicious as Snezhnaya's Fatui, who deserve to have her wrath unleashed upon them. You walk to her office with a gleam in your eyes, and are delighted to see an equal fire already blazing in hers. For the next few hours, you two take the "suggestions" Tartaglia passed on from the Northland Bank and scheme on how to best tear them to shreds with the law.

"That man-childe's been giving you trouble again, huh," she giggles. "What did he come up with this time~? I've been waiting for an excuse to bring out the latest edition of my lawbook!" And with that, Yanfei slams it down, and the sheer weight of it nearly cracks her desk. "He won't know what hit him!"

• 4:00: Free Time

Of course, "free time" simply means that you have no meetings scheduled for this hour, which lets you adequately prepare for the next day's events. Tomorrow is your appointment with the Feiyun Commerce Guild, which you already know will require great patience and strength of mind. Because the head of the guild, and his eldest son, the future head, are- to put it mildly- not very bright... it's fortunate, then, that the second son Xingqiu has a good head on his shoulders.  

"Tomorrow, you should go straight to me instead," Xingqiu informs you cheerily, handing you a popsicle. Apparently, he keeps them around for his friend Chongyun, who's off to complete another exorcism. "I'll be sure to set everything in order." His eyes gleam. "And then, I can tell you the latest developments in 'A Legend of Sword'!"

• 5:00: Catch Xinyan's Concert!

Liyue's one and only rock musician isn't hard to find, thanks to the designated performance spots scattered around the city. You stop by at the raised platform where she's rocking out, where other people are listening as well. Xinyan strikes a peace sign in the air, and her vision glows with energy before the stage erupts with pillars of fire; her audience bursts into cheers and applause, and she's beaming as she leaps down to meet you. 

"Wait, seriously? You really changed up the rules a lil' so it'll be easier for me to hold concerts here?" Her eyes shine as they scan the papers- one of the many results of your work today in Yuehai. "Thank you so much! Wait-" she picks up her guitar again, giving it an experimental riff. "Let me think up a quick song for ya as thanks- I insist!"

• 6:00: Wangsheng Funeral Parlor 

Lately, you've been sent particularly determined requests from the other nations about allowing tourists to observe the ancient funeral rites. You already know the answer's gonna be a hard no, but the laws written by Rex Lapis state that you must check with the director anyway. She's not there when you arrive, so a consultant, Zhongli, brings you tea while you wait for her. You sit together in the fading sun, waiting for Hu Tao's familiar song to rise above the hill. 

Zhongli takes a quiet sip from his cup, closing his luminous eyes. "Although it was Rex Lapis who created the laws, they are not meant to be set in stone. Humans must revise the contract as they see fit, so that it will not erode with the passage of time." Something makes you feel as though it's more significant to him than you know. Then, he smiles slightly. "But, just looking at the people leading the way in his absence, like you... there's no need for me to worry."

• 8:00: Dinner; Request Chef Xiangling

The Wanmin Restaurant, run by Chef Mao and his daughter, is a breath of fresh air. While the rest of Liyue is divided between the "Li" and "Yue" styles of cooking, Xiangling pays the conflict no mind. Instead, she's not afraid to be daring and experiment, blazing ahead without worrying about what others think. You can see some similarities between her and Keqing, but it's best not to mention it after that disastrous banquet they organized together... 

"Had a rough day, didn't you?" Xiangling asks, her golden eyes twinkling as she hands you the steaming hot bowl. "Well, for you, I made sure to prepare your favorite dish! I hope you don't mind if I added a lizard or two this time- I'm kidding!" she adds quickly, upon seeing alarm flash across your face. 

• 9:00: Return Home

After everything that happened, you're eager to collect the reports from your subordinates and head home to draft new revisions for Tianquan Ningguang to look over (and then, hopefully, get some rest). But as you're walking on the path to your neighborhood, you spot a little girl sitting in the grass, clutching her head. Alarm rises in your chest as you rush over to see what's wrong, and why she's alone- only to realize with a start that she's the child that returned from the dead.  

"Thank you for taking Qiqi back to Bubu Pharmacy," she says, reading solemnly from her notebook (where the entire thank-you script is written). Even when you set her down, she's still reading the pieces of paper. "Will you tell Dr. Baizhu where I got lost? Please and thank you, again."

• 10:00: Sleep

In the end, you never did get to those revisions. You can hear your fellow Qixing scolding you in your head, but at least you got plenty of other things done; the well-oiled machine that is Liyue will still keep running on thanks to the tasks you accomplished today. Someday, even the adepti will have to acknowledge the ability of humans... you turn in your bed to feel the coolness of the other side. Speaking of adepti... the night air coming in... reminds you of... "Xiao..."

"I thought you were in danger," the adeptus huffs. The moment you said his name, you'd finally fallen asleep, but it still brought Xiao to you- balanced on the windowsill, hair waving in the breeze. "Still... I'm... glad that you're alright," he admits, glancing at you to make sure you're not awake to hear. "Rest well, bright star of Liyue." And then, with a sound like a sigh- or was it the wind?- he's gone.

[funtaleau]

⊱ ──── {⋅. What is Funtale ? .⋅} ──── ⊰

Funtale is a PG 16+ Undertale AU comic created by SkyBr1ght, an AU where it have Pacifist and Neutral route only, not that genocide isn’t allowed but its nearly impossible to be done with the mechanics have been changed.

The Story tells about a little girl name Frisk who’s just ran away from her orphanage after being harass for too long after her parents died, she later ran to the forest before reaching the mountain where she find the entrance to the Underground. Couldn’t take more of this suffering Frisk choose to just end her life by jumping into the hole.

But luckily she survived the fall after falling into a pile of red flowers, but realizing she was alone there and it only makes her to feel more scared. But suddenly a voice comes from the darkness telling frisk that she shouldn’t be afraid and she will help her to get through this. Due to times become running out as she hear from above other voices calling for her name she follow the voice into the darkness of the ruins.

She found herself later in the ruins that now looks like garden as the pillars were covered by red flowers. And stands before her is a tall female figure that later introduced herself as “Lucy, the ruin guider”. She then tells her a brief story about where she has fall into before telling Frisk that she’ll “willingly” to guide Frisk to “return to her family”.

Frisk accept and Lucy then takes the poor child to a world that has long been forgotten, and thus let the fun adventure begins!

⊱ ──── {⋅. Changes .⋅} ──── ⊰

Some characters has no longer be in their normal role in the original game Undertale either because it was swapped with another character or they were given a new role instead.

LV and HP. those are no longer new to the ears of the travelers from any realities. through the multiverse those were becoming much symbol of power, murder, and genocide.

but those who seek such thing here are cannot be found, as long ago the great wizard has release their strongest magic to reshape the world as it should be, not only bringing peace to Humans and Monsters but also reshaping this reality completely.

◈ LV stands for Love Vessel, the higher the LV you have the more closer you'll bring yourself loved by those around you.

◈ HP stands for Happiness. a feeling that can be shared through positivity. the very being that keeps a soul intact, HP can be risen once a soul have grown stronger by LV.

a being with such hatred and the will to destroy others are not welcome here as one dares to show their foolish act to ruin this reality, they'll be only losing more that what they already had, their LV. and once it reaches 0 then well. . . there's nothing much to help them anymore. their fate will either be hollowed or they'll completely break their soul.

⊱ ──── {⋅. Important stuff .⋅} ──── ⊰

You can read about the comic Here!

[Funtale Page 1-5 ]

Meet the Official cast here! [ Funtale Character Batch Part 1] and if you're interest to know more be sure to join Funtale discord server

⊱ ──── {⋅. Credits .⋅} ──── ⊰

【Undertale ©Toby Fox】

【Funtale © SkyBr1ght】

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Her Knight In Shining Armour

Her Knight In Shining Armour - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: You’ve told your daughter stories of the valiant Sir Voight, but what happens when she finally meets her hero

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1518

Requested: Yes!

'Can I get a Voight and singlemom!reader? Maybe she just started working in Intelligence and she has a little girl and her daughter adores Hank? Coworkers to Lovers?'

A/N: This turned out so much better than I imagined. And thank you to the person who requested this who waited till my requests opened again for me to write this.

Masterlist

You knew the step up from being a beat cop to detective would be difficult, and not just for yourself personally with the extra workload and hours, but also for your little girl. Being away from each other was always difficult enough, and now with the longer, more unpredictable hours of intelligence, it would make it even worse. Since it was just the two of you, spending time together was so important, wanting to make sure she felt loved and cherished, despite her father leaving her to feel otherwise. But it was part of the job and this was an amazing promotional opportunity you had been given, something that you'd been working towards even before you had birthed your daughter. And you knew she would understand, being the most kind and considerate child you'd ever met, but that still didn't seem to make the ache in your heart any better. At least with the extra income you'd be earning you would finally be able to afford the dream holiday that you two had always fantasised about going on, and the smile that would grace her face would make it all worth it.

Once your first day had passed though you no longer felt the nerves you'd had previously, going home to tell Hannah all the child-friendly details you could remember. Her favourite part had been the story of all the people in the district, making up little characters out of everyone based on their positions and personalities. And just like you, her favourite character in the whole adventure seemed to be the valiant knight, Sir Hank Voight. A brave and noble man who would do anything to help protect and serve his kingdom and the people in it.

He had been the most helpful person during your transition upstairs as well, explaining anything you didn't quite understand at your own pace, without sounding rude or condescending. There were many a day where you would stay behind after everyone else had gone, getting him to help you study for the upcoming detective's exam that you were so desperate to pass the first time. And he happily did so, not caring that it ate into his evening, much rather seeing one of his member pass than spend his nights alone. He was just overall the most perfect boss that you could ask for, allowing you to fully immerse yourself into the team and avoid that awkward newbie phase that you so dreaded. And with so much time that you spend together, you hoped he would consider you more than just someone who worked under him, but rather a friend, just as much as you considered him one.

Today's workday had seemed like any other, a murder case where the victim had been no one of notoriety, but despite this, you had still solved it promptly and with the utmost reverence. And now that you were home, in your little happy bubble of playing with Hannah and telling her glamorised stories of the day you'd had, you finally felt relaxed and content with the life that you now led. Entranced in the little bubble of satisfaction you'd created, you hadn't heard the doorbell ring, only being alerted to someone else's presence after Hannah had already let them in. Looking up from your place on the floor, you spotted Hank in the hallway, conversing with an enamoured looking Hannah. Going out to join them, you learned on the pillar that connected the rooms, smiling at your daughter's reaction at meeting her hero in real life, watching as she retold the stories she'd heard a million times before. Although you were slightly angry at her for letting someone into the house without your permission, you would get over it, especially as the person was someone you both liked.

"Hannah, give the man a break will you," you piped up finally, trying to get Hannah to stop babbling and let the man get a word in edgeways. She had obviously been so overwhelmed by his arrival that she hadn't let him explain his reason for the unexpected visit.

"Sorry Mommy," she replied back, coming over to hug your legs and give her infamous puppy dog eyes, just to make sure you were angry at her. Stroking over her hair to assure her you weren't, you turned to your guest, a confused look on your face, wondering just why he'd shown up so late after hours.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your evening, I came bearing news. But, that can wait, I want to know more about Sir Voight." Looking up at you with a cheeky glint in his eye, Hannah came bounding back over to him, continuing on about the stories of the chivalrous knight.

And that's what she had done for the rest of the evening, bringing him into your living room to show him the toys she'd all named after your colleagues. It was a little embarrassing at first, sitting at a distance from the two of them, her exposing all the fables you told her over the weeks. Especially when she started talking about his one, flourishing the story a little in his favour in hopes it would make him like her more. But in reality, it just made you seem like a schoolgirl, telling everyone just how brave and handsome her crush was. Although you hadn't told Hannah those things yourself, it didn't mean you hadn't thought of it in your own head, just admiring him from afar. He was a good man and one that you truly saw yourself with especially after all the time you'd spent together. And the way he was with Hannah only exemplified this, your fantasy of a perfect little family becoming more vivid. When you really thought about it, it seemed a little creepy, imagining him as the man of your house. But in reality, it was only because of the scar Hannah's father had left behind, never allowing you the chance to have a proper family unit.

Time had flown by as you remained in your own head, looking over at the clock to see that Hannah's bedtime had been over an hour ago. Luckily for you, she was tired herself, allowing you easily excuse yourself to bring her up to bed. All the playing and excitement had worn her out completely, and as you went back downstairs to where Hank waited, you remembered why he was here in the first place, some big news.

"Sorry about her, she gets a little over-excited sometimes," you explained nervously, scared he would think of you differently now that he knew of your stories.

"No, no it's ok, it's nice seeing her happy. Plus she tells me your a very good storyteller," he replied, smiling at your nervous disposition, just happy that he was getting to spend extra time with you and finally meet the girl you had talked about so much.

"Yeah, sorry about that, she just wants to know about work sometimes and I don't know how to tell her in a child-friendly manner." Trying to reason with him, you attempted to make yourself look as normal as possible, still thinking he'd assume you were crazy for it.

"I think it cute, plus Sir Voight is pretty impressive," he stated, showing you just how much he didn't mind your storytelling antics.

"I guess he is." And as much as you wanted to hide your little crush on the man, your cheeks gave you away, blushing at his confession.

"Oh and the news, I just got the email this evening, you passed the exam. Congrats Detective Y/LN."

A smile burst across your face as he revealed the good news, you hadn't even expected to pass thinking you'd failed after taking it let alone receive the good news tonight. In your excitement, you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. Because of your sudden movements, he didn't react quick enough, causing you to pull away equally as quickly surprised at your own affections. Once again you'd embarrassed yourself.

"Sorry I didn't m-mean," you said, retracting your arms, making yourself as small as possible. But instead of reacting how you expected him to have, he bought you back into his arms, whispering another congratulation into your ear. At that you moved your arms to circle his neck again, getting lost in the warmth of his affection. Pulling away slightly, he stared into your gaze, a smile playing on his lips.

"You deserve this Y/N, you really do," he said, placing his hand onto your cheek and stroking comfortingly. Leaning forward he finally went to kiss you, pouring out every emotion you'd both had bottled up since you'd met. And neither of you would have stopped if it weren't for the sudden interruption, Hannah appearing at the top of the stairs, captivated that her mother and hero were kissing.

"Are you and Sir Hank finally together now?" She asked, causing both of you to laugh at her sudden question. Looking at each other to confirm the answer, you both came to an agreement, yes, yes you were.

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